This time, when we rolled into Cannon Beach, the restaurants were subdued and quiet. Cranky Sue's was closed (see Lunch Date August 2009). Their outdoor tables were packed to the side and the artificial thatch umbrellas were stacked for the winter. Already this little town felt familiar, part of the family, part of our lives. I eagerly anticipated two days of our lives unfolding here. It was too early to get into our rooms at the conference centre and M had a taste for clam chowder. We headed into Seaside for lunch. Dundee's Bar and Grill looked appealing, served clam chowder and the menu at the doorway indicated that this pub would not rip our wallets out of our pockets and empty them for us.
The clam chowder was indeed superb, thick and flavourful; we earmarked it as a pub lunch well worth heading back to Oregon for. M ordered his served in a sourdough bread bowl. Yummy! I relish that part of marriage where what is his is mine too. I savoured the bread, especially the sticky side that was covered with the clam chowder.
The chowder was good, the bread was good-good and the company was goodest of all. The only below average item was the tea - known as hot tea in the USA to differentiate it from iced tea.
I'm a tea pot. I drink pots of the stuff whenever I can. I like it hot, black or red, medium-strong and with milk. However, not many North Americans have acquired the etiquette of drinking tea. It is equated with coffee and a tea drinker is expected to put cream in her hot tea. Many times I ask for milk, other times I bastardise my tea and add the cream. My friend, Jules, won't desecrate her tea that way, but I'll take my tea anyway I can get it.
At my request, Dundee's did provide me with milk to add to my tea: a glass full. Next time though, I will request that a kettle is boiled rather than provide lukewarm water from an urn.
On second thoughts, I'm in a pub. When in a pub, order a beer - much simpler.
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