September 24, 2004
We all agreed eating outside was what we wanted. We walked over to Pickering Wharf where there are several restaurants with outdoor patios on the water. We weren't fussy; we wanted to feel the sun on our shoulders as we ate.
We picked Victoria Station. I remembered Victoria Stations as a kid and always thought eating in that train station was kind of cool. Honestly, I didn't even know Victoria Stations were still around. The inside of Victoria Station was your typical train depot theme, with lots of schedules and train memorabilia nailed up on the walls. The inside seemed a little dark and even depressing for such a beautiful day. I couldn't believe some people opted to eat inside. Who wanted to eat inside on such a grand day? We were seated at a great table with a killer view of the harbor and the tall ship berthed across from us.
We ordered Bloody Marys, but had to wait 15 minutes to get them, as it was Sunday and no liquor could arrive at the tables before noon. (Aren't some laws silly?)
I had the breaded haddock and Chris had fish and chips, while the kids did their usual burgers.
The food didn't take long to come to our table. Our waitress was efficient and kept our drinks filled. She was not overly friendly, nor was she rude. She just performed her job without a lot of chatter.
My haddock was okay; the breading was a little heavy and there was too much of it. However, the fish inside was fresh and tasty. The kids liked the burgers and Chris thought the fish and chips were okay, a little on the greasy side.
Okay, so this may have not been the best meal we had on this trip. But did we care? No! We picked Victoria Station for the view and the chance to have lunch outside. The food wasn’t awful, just not awesome; the service wasn't bad, just not friendly. But the view, the people-watching on the wharf, and the warm summer sun made this a very good lunch.
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