cubes?

I’ve been in Halifax for a couple of days now, and one of the things I missed the most, without even really realizing it, is just randomly running into people. Seems everywhere I go there’s someone else I know or, at the very least, recognize. Not so in St. John’s.

But before I get too far with that, there’s this odd little restaurant at the St. John’s airport. Jena dropped me off early so I had some time to eat before my flight and, not wanting Tim Horton’s or anything too cafeteria style, I thought I’d go for the place that actually looked like it had some class.

When my food did arrive, a Greece (yes, Greece, not Greek) chicken burger with fries (they refused to serve onion rings as a side), I could only stare at it for a few minutes. On one side was a bun and a white-meat chicken slab and on the other was the top half of the bun and cubes of tomatoes and cucumbers. Cubes. Now, I’m no doctor, but burgers usually work better with slices. And it didn’t really get any better from there.

The flight was good and brief. I much prefer flying at night and seeing the cities lit up at night is truly an amazing sight.

-d