To the screech of bagpipes the horde of TMACers entered the
not-so-modest domicile of the Lieutenant Governor. Sipping a cranberry
sparkling wine I wandered through three floors of history encountering an
attractive belle playing a harp, painters painting and a duo playing fiddle
music. Everyone was smiling and laughing; Government House overflowed with good
cheer.
But the best part was the food! Gourmet culinary stations
were sprinkled throughout this formidable manse. Freshly harvested oysters, shucked
right before me, slid down my throat. I tried to concentrate — unsuccessfully —
on the chat of a striking lady representing Manitoba, or was it Edmonton, or
perhaps Montreal, while the tastes of poached lobster topped with caviar cream
lingered on my palate. Around each corner awaited scrumptuous gourmet snacks:
fresh smoked salmon, succulent crabcakes, bacon-wrapped turkey – all produced
locally. Finally, I reached the desert table. Nirvana! Ecstasy! Calories be
damned, I dove into the truffles, devouring about ten. Oh yes, the cheesecakes
and chocolate tort weren’t bad either.
As the crowd began to thin, Andrew and I headed into the town centre, lured by rumours that a certain pub, the Lunar Rogue, served 400 different whiskeys from around the globe. Soon we were happily sipping a dram washed down by a pint of best bitter, chatting, somewhat incoherently, with the locals.
Stumbling back to the hotel with the moon reflecting from the still waters of the St. John River, I emitted a small belch. A memorable evening indeed.
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