Our family has gathered for a reunion. We thought it would be novel to gather for something other than a funeral or wedding. So waves of relatives have flown in from across the continent.
The Friday wave include die-hard music fans. So I mentioned that blues man
Morgan Davis was performing Saturday night at The Noodle Guy in Port Williams. Ross, aka the Noodle Guy, is a brilliant pasta artist. I sent out an email that Noodle Guy’s pasta is so perfect it would make Italians weep.
The in-coming family booked a table. Noodle Guy et al reserved the best table in the house for them. It was $40 for three courses and a two-hour concert for 40 people. Diners could bring their own drinks. BYOB.
I was a last-minute addition to the group. I called at 4:20 to see if they could fit me in to the table the family had reserved. Yes. IF I brought my own chair.BYOC.
Since this was a family gathering, I brought a chair that had been part of my grandfather’s – their great grandfather’s – dining room set.
It was a brilliant evening. The food was amazing. I started with gnocchi, had shrimp-filled shells in coconut milk for a main and finished with Mrs Noodle Guy’s (aka Erin) strawberry rhubarb pie. Some had seconds.
At the end of the evening, I had to ask two men to hand me the chair beside them. One of the men is a local doctor. He said, “I was told I could come if I brought a chair. It’s over there.”
Welcome to the casual flexibility of Atlantic Canada.