Who's on First, or Comedy with Bob and Bing, and Professionals

Today, we moved from Toronto to Stratford.  (warning, this may be longer because of attempted comedy.  Do not try this at home)

Not much happened in Toronto before trying to leave the apartment.  Not for want of trying.

First, I guess I should start with this comedy: I was awakened last night at 1:30 with a "the dishwasher is overflowing on the floor."  I got up, used 3 towels to wipe up the suds pouring out of the running dishwasher -- it seemed to stop after that cycle -- and went back to bed and immediately to sleep (I had a LOT of bad dreams after the Mexican food, so forgive me for forgetting this one in yesterday's blog).  Turns out Michael loaded and started the dishwasher and thought "liquid" on the slot meant you put dishwashing liquid -- a la Dawn -- in the machine.  SMH.

Then there was breakfast.  Or no breakfast.  K wanted to go out for breakfast before leaving for Stratford.  We had to leave the apartment, we thought, by 1130.  Well, by 10 there was no movement to go, because...well, we'll not recreate all the communication about this.  At one point Michael said he didn't want to referee.

We got the cars out of separate garages.  Okay, we went to.  I got a call a block away to tell me that I had left the car keys. I said no, dug in my pocket, and found I had the key fob for the apartment that we were supposed to leave behind.  I went up the elevator as EH went down with the car keys.  I met Michael in the hall as I went back down as he had forgotten HIS phone!  Keystone Kops?  Yupper.

The three of us ended up getting "grab and go" at a place that claimed they had the best croissants in Toronto -- they didn't have chocolate ones, so we don't know for sure, but the bread, brownie and scone were very good -- and got to Stratford rather early despite traffic.

There we saw Sheridan's School for Scandal.  Your quick primer is that it is 1777 play, with wigs and brocade clothing, a comedy with a potentially cuckolded husband (look it up, John), a rake guardee, and lots of talk about gossip and fake news (yes, really) -- they played off social media and the Trump stuff nicely.  The famed screen scene was the same Keystone Kops routine we did in Toronto to some extent -- you know, the woman hides behind the screen in the room, then the second person wants to hide behind the screen, too, then the third person...eventually with three people in the room, and the screen comes down -- revealing the wife! Oh, no!  It was well acted, funny (it was George Washington's favorite play, acc to the playbill), and had great costumes.

Then to check in to the bed and breakfast.

This is (we determined) our 6th trip to Stratford since 2009.  We came then to sate our desire to be in London (we were there together in May and June of 2008) and seeing plays; I'm not sure this is really a less expensive alternative (Stratford, despite being the Bloomsburg of Ontario, is expensive, as are the play tickets).

Anyway, in '13 we found this bed & breakfast and this is the first time we've been able to book it for when we wanted to come.

As nice as this is, and EH has her own bedroom in our 2 bedroom flat, the down side is that the host used to be a breakfast tyrant: you are down at 9 for breakfast.  No questions.  Not buffet, but sit, visit with the other visitors (aka "strangers") and eat what is put in front of you (which, as I recall, was usually interesting and rather good).

We checked in and went to dinner.

We discovered this place, called Pazzo, the first year and it's a tradition to eat here once when we are here.   I took lots of pictures (Barb reminded me "for the blog"), which you can see here.  I will insert the lasagna, which both Barb and K had and enjoyed --

And EH's lemon tart, because, ICYMI, we've gotten on a lemon tart thing on this trip (we all LOVE lemon tart):

We are running short on time on this trip (we leave Friday 😞), but tomorrow we do what Michael and Barb did today -- we all see two plays.  Rah rah.  Dinner is at The Prune, famed for its tartars.

Looking forward to it...