After at least 20 meals at Killarney Lodge in Algonquin I thought I would catch them at least once with the old hip-waders down - not to be.
A late fall drive on highway 60 through Algonquin Park can be akin to a drive through the centre of Rome - ok folks I get it - the leaves are turning a different color - seriously.....but I digress. The Lodge was busy - their beautiful 5 star cabins were at capacity and a couple of gents were working to discourage the hordes from pressing on to the dining cabin - could this be the day I would find them unable to cater to my insatiable desire for their home-cooked fare and wonderful service charm. No.
They were busy as heck however unflustered and hospitable - damn these folks - they are solid. Lunch was a treat on a cool and damp fall day -- tomato bisque with warm rolls, a "Great Killarney Burger" which as I my son said was likely one of the best in memory...not grilled, likely baked - perhaps a beef and pork mixture, perfectly moist and wonderfully seasoned. A slice of smoked cheddar on top of some wonderfully caramelized onions...where were we again - surely not just off the highway in Algonquin Park - I think I have thought that every time for the past 19 hearty meals. A side of Caprese salad - simply seasoned and clean - nice touch.
Finish off with a peach cobble - ice cream or whipped cream - a delight.
As we drove back south through the streets of Rome I contemplated my next visit to the Lodge....starting to get hungry again - damn them!!!!!
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