No Nostalgia

On Thursday, I participated in two events that scored high on the nostalgia factor. But they both ended up being mediocre experiences ... as perhaps all such do. In the afternoon, I went to World Bowl for some 10-pin bowling. At first, there was excitement and fun. But bowling frame after frame became a chore quickly. The lighting and incessant music didn't help. And you end up with sore wrists and shoulders.

Later in the evening, I had dinner at Harvest Kitchen. The place was packed on both the main floor and the upstairs dining room. I believe part of the draw was the feel of a bustling home: both in the décor and vibe and in the kind of food offered (lasagna, local ingredients, etc.) I had the chicken pot pie ($16.95) and a glass of house wine. The entrée was disappointing, philosophically and actually. A piece of crust sitting on top of a stew is not a pot pie; you need all that juicy goodness soaking into the pastry. Also, it was ok as a "home-cook" meal but not the kind you'd offer to guests. You're better off at Dundas Kitchen.