Tim Hortons. I kid you not.

on june 6th patrick and i took another stab at saskaspooning. it had been a hard day: my new house, only two weeks old, was proving to have a dampness issue in the basement, one not helped by the sewer back up of the weekend before, or the fact that it was raining here like very wet cats and dogs. we spent the day looking for dehumidifiers which are hard to get in a province that is dry as sick-people toast. and then i was a bit stressed about my upcoming trip to chicago, and he was a bit stressed about his upcoming trip to europe, and so, stressed out as a pair of levis circa 1995, we were not up for anything too fancy.

okay. enough of the bad metaphor/simile. how about i tell this to you like a normal person:

neither patrick nor i was interested in anything too hifalutin that evening. "we might end up at the Ivy!" i said. (the ivy is just as it sounds.) i did not want the ivy. and yet...when we shook the little urbanspoon, and we waited as the database scrolled through over 250 restaurants, i did not expect to be sent to the Tim Hortons at 8th and Cumberland.

So this was our 3rd saskaspooning adventure. first was the Roastery on 8th street. next was the keg on 8th street. now it was tim hortons on 8th street. i hope you are seeing the gravitas of this: we could not escape 8th street.

still, tim hortons (or "timmys", as we regulars fondly call it) on 8th proved to be quite the hotspot. we ended up there at 10pm on a saturday night. patrick had a bowl of chili, a bun, an orange juice, and a donut. i ate a turkey club on whole wheat with a side of chicken soup, a coffee, and a donut. we ate for 14$. take that, Keg Steakhouse!

the tim hortons was PACKED. we almost couldnt get a table. there were tables of teenagers texting one another and laughing and eating donuts. they kept going up for more. there was a weird couple--possibly father daughter? possibly first date? i liked to imagine they were both sitting at an adjoining table and fell in love over their crullers. there was a group of men in long robes and little cloth caps who made me think about tim hortons in toronto, and there was a number of young mums with children, and a lady who might have been homeless, but she might also have been a lady who shops a lot and has little patience with showers. there were also a number of tables with seniors at them, paired off in couples, like they were all on double dates. out the window, alongside my little echo, we saw a lexus and a bmw. they belonged to one of the sets of senior couples. we were amused by their fancy cars until we realised, looking at our 14$ meal out, that if we, too, confined ourselves to dates at timmy's from now on, we might also be driving lexuses well into our golden ages....

it was actually a really good time. you never know what you're going to get. but luckily, all we've gotten so far has been a pretty wicked time.

damn. i just jinxed it. next time's gonna suck.