Chelsea and I had the car today, so we took advantage of yet another beautiful day (see how my mood improves when the humidity goes down?) and went road trippin'. After visiting some friends and running some errands in the morning, I out of the blue decided that I wanted seafood chowder. Since we were right in front of the turn off to Peggy's Cove Rd, I popped on the signal and decided Chelsea and I would be going to The Sou'wester for lunch. I haven't eaten there in years and years, but remember loving what I had (the fish hash & beans, which they still serve!).
Only a kilometre or two up the road, I noticed people pulled over checking something out. Being nosy, I pulled over too, and awwwwww... a family of deer was cooling down (I assume, can they drink salt water?)
As soon as we got to Peggy's Cove, we luckily found a parking spot the first time around, and got a seat at The Sou'wester as soon as we arrived. Absolutely nothing has changed since the first time I remember being inside... which is part of why I like it. I assume at least 90% of the patrons are tourists who probably will never make it back for a return visit, but it's charm (and the food) keep the locals (or semi-locals) coming back.
There is nothing fancy about the food here, it's good ol' Nova Scotia comfort food, from the basics, like this delicious seafood chowder, to the deluxe (like the Baked Seafood Platter... fresh Nova Scotia haddock, half lobster tail, black tiger shrimp and Digby scallops drizzled with clarified butter and baked... but I couldn't tackle that by myself).
Chelsea approved of her grilled cheese and fries (as did I) and loved colouring her lighthouse picture.
For dessert, I had to get the blueberry grunt. Even though not a true grunt (they describe theirs as sponge cake topped with warm homemade blueberry sauce and real whipped cream or soft serve vanilla ice cream, to me this is blueberry grunt), it was still delicious... Nova Scotia wild blueberries are the bomb.
Of course, if there is ever a day Chelsea turns away a bowl of ice cream, I'll be worried.
After lunch, we went out to play tourist and climbed the rocks,
listened to a bagpiper,
and were just plain silly. Go out and be a tourist in your own town... it's fun!