It’s clear that when we go to a restaurant we put a lot of faith into the pride of the establishment. I think everything is heightened when one is on the road: the aches from a bad sleep are magnified, the strange circumstances that pop up are more curious (I’m still not over the blizzard we encountered on our way out here!), and the residue from a bad meal lasts longer. Of course no one wants to spend money on poo-food at any time, but when pennies are being pinched and your body is your commodity, it’s unfortunate in triplicate.

Thanks goodness for the delicious veggie chilli at the Main Street Café in Nanton. It probably saved my life!