Naturally, upon arriving we immediately decided we were hungry and headed for the Food Building. Eating a Beavertail is a must-do activity for me. Going through the summer without having a chewy, crunchy Beavertail at least once is like going the whole season without licking melting ice-cream off a sugar cone. My sister swears by the chocolate with banana version, but just plain cinnamon sugar is what really takes me back to the ones we used to get at the local county fair as kids.
And this totally proves that I’m ancient, but it’s nice seeing teenagers flirting and working together at their summer jobs as food handlers. (It’s hard to get that first summer job, the one that you apply for with a resume primarily built on babysitting. Hire that former babysitter, people.)
It shows an admirable marketing spirit, certainly, but I’m still not sure why two of the girls at the cheesecake place are wearing hats that are basically stuffed chickens sitting on their heads. Maybe because cheesecake includes eggs, which come from chickens? Even my usually negative sister pointed out that the hat-wearers are actually cuter than the cheesecake. (God, we are old.)
My sister and I judiciously split a wings and poutine combo, fully intending to follow up with some mini donuts. But by the time we’d located the washroom our indulgences had hit home and both of us were more up for people-watching.
I was at The Ex the same day as you were….but my friend and I went around the Food Building looking for the beavertail section (beavertails is part of our annual CNE ritual too) but couldn’t find it. Where the heck was it?
Or maybe we were too distracted by the cheesecakes and the chicken-hat wearing cheesecake girls too.