The scent of leather mixed with cigarette smoke and drifted down to our outdoor table. Another Harley pulled into the parking lot. Semis roared past, raising dust and drowning out the conversation.
It was a pleasant relief to sit outside without a horde of mosquitoes drilling into my legs, arms and neck. A breeze kept the temperature at a perfect level. Listening to my hungry stomach, I ordered the deluxe cheeseburger. Throwing caution to the wind, I also requested fries instead of salad.
Enroute to the washroom I spotted a skeleton, clinging to the replica of a motorcycle, hanging over the pool table. A cigarette vending machine sat at the end of the bar. Two women in the washroom shared stories about outhouse experiences while camping at the Merritt Mountain Festival.
It felt like yesteryear. Lunch was fresh and delicious! ....L.
Virginia creeper archways line the wraparound deck creating summer windows. I order a BLT on wholewheat with a salad. The waitress is almost yawning. A cool summer breeze wafts over us and country rock music is piped in overhead.
The pub is on the main street and there is a fairly steady flow of traffic going by. Our conversation gets drowned out by the passing semis and motorbikes.
Across the street is a Yarn Shop which is part of the General Store. After our surprisingly serene lunch experience we will wander over to run our fingers over the beautiful rich colours stacked enticingly up and down one entire store aisle that spills into a back corner. ...D.
