Beans, Beans

So yesterday after work I went in search of food. I was originally trying to find some sort of Asian place, preferably Thai, but it was not meant to be. Instead I found East Side Mario’s, a Canadian pizza chain. It was pretty awesome from a pizza standpoint. I had an Italian sausage with cherry pepper slices. The best part though was dessert. They served up a funnel cake (a very DENSE funnel cake) with vanilla ice cream, caramel sauce, and strawberries. YUMMM.
Dinner was Tandori Chicken at Gandhi’s, a fantastic Indian place. Unfortunately my lunch and a Mochacino and biscotti from Second Cup (Canada’s biggest coffee chain) interfered a bit, but I ducked in to get out of the SNOW.
So why the title of this entry? Well breakfast this morning was at a hole in the wall Diner as neither Tim Horton’s nor McDonald’s took my Amex and I was cashless. It turned out to be okay though. I ordered a western omlette in my best francais and sharing the plate was a little silver cup of navy beans. They were really quite good (as was the omlette, though a smidge dry), but I was all “What the heck? Beans?”. I must make inquiries as to whether that’s a Canadian thing, a Montreal thing, or just the diner.
Here’s hoping they weren’t too musical.

  • Patrick

    You should have topped it all off with a big bowl of Poutine.

  • http://www.spiritualtramp.com Scott

    See everywhere I ate I looked for it, but it was never an option anywhere I actually ended up eating.

  • Rock

    Blog more about the Great White North.