dogslife

Just landed from Moncton. Yesterday was Tuesday so it must have been Halifax.

East Coast, you're a lovely bunch of friendly, warm people, but if your food is any indication of your capacity to appreciate things sensual, you're a lot of lousy lays. I could get into the details, but I think this sums it up: lunch served at the hotel today was sandwiches and soup. If you told me I was going to have sandwiches and soup at any hotel in Toronto or Montreal I'd be looking forward to some toothsome, simple fare. But I was in neither of those cities, and what I found was not pleasant to anticipate at all, though had I known what was coming I might've had time to steady my nerve and evaluate my immediate nutritional needs. The soup was just like it came out of a can, but instead of the surfeit of salt used by mass producers to punch up their tasteless stews, there was none at all. As for the sandwiches, the meat had obviously been between plastic longer than it'd been a part of an animal, no vegetables of any kind were to be found except on a platter of pickles, and it was piled between slices of Wonderbread.