At first, we thought it was a Brazillian restaurant, but quickly learned it wasn’t. Signs can be so misleading.
Fortunately, we found Robin’s next door. When we originally asked our new friends at the Doubletree about a good breakfast spot, they suggested Denny’s or Perkins. We knew we were on our own.
Tourists think Canadian donuts are defined by Tim Hortons, the Dunkin of the True North. Real Canadians know that’s no more true than southerners being defined by Krispy Kremes. Real pastries are found in local finds like Robins.
We met a group of local farmers who frequent Robins for breakfast. They were talking about fishing. When I asked what they fish for around here, they all laughed at my tourist’s ignorance and answered, “We don’t have any fish around here!”
As our new friends left, one asked the other, “What are you doin’ today?” “No more than I have to, I’m telling ya that!” was the immediate reply.
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