Yesterday morning, we went to a Ford dealership in Rochester to have the squeaking investigated. While we waited, we walked through the lot to look at the new cars. It took some added convincing to talk T out of trading in our car right then and there for an electric blue, Roush Mustang they had on the lot. After the mechanics told us there wasn't anything wrong with our car, we headed back out on the road.
We were thrilled to make it to Buffalo around lunchtime so that we could have roast beef on weck (A kummelweck, or sometimes kimmelweck or even kümmelweck, is a salty roll that is popular in Western New York. It is similar to a Kaiser roll, but topped with pretzel salt and caraway seeds. Kummelweck is commonly shortened to “weck" (pronounced "wick"), and often served in the Buffalo metropolitan area with roast beef and horseradish to form a sandwich known colloquially as "beef on weck." Along with wings, beef on weck is one of the two most distinct dishes of the region.) at McPartlan's! Yummy!! Then it was off to the Canada border crossing...
After the border agent checked our passports (so weird that you have to use a passport to get into Canada now!), he asked us all the typical border questions including where we were from -- this was a difficult question to answer for T and me, since we're kind of in between right now. So we explained to the agent that we were in the process of moving from Boston to Phoenix -- fyi: don't give the agent tons of extra information like this -- they don't really care. After disclosing our Yuengling and Nashoba Valley wine, he sent us on our way (but with a definite look of crazy/stupid Americans).
The (long) drive through Ontario was mostly uneventful except for my detour off the highway in search of coffee at Tim Horton's (fyi: Tim Horton's is to Ontario what Dunks is to Massachusetts -- one at every corner). I don't think our GPS unit was too familiar with Canada and started taking us in weird circles to get us back on the highway, luckily, I had my road atlas (when in doubt, paper trumps technology!) to get us back on track.
We made it to Detroit around 6 pm. The officials at US Customs are very thorough -- the agent even wanted to see the invitation to my friends' wedding on Saturday to corroborate our story! They don't mess around! He was very nice, but definitely doing his job!
After checking into our hotel (on the 60th floor, overlooking the Detroit River), we went to dinner (and sat outside, since the weather's beautiful!) at a fantastic, Italian restaurant right along the river. After dinner we took a walk along the river with music from Caesars Palace (across the river in Canada) in the background.
We are still debating our route from Detroit to Phoenix -- we would like to take the Northern route through South Dakota and into Wyoming, but we're not sure we have enough time...
2 comments:
We're envious of beef on weck. Can't duplicate outside of Buffalo. You could consider the upper penninsula of Michigan for a unique experience (eat pasties i.i. pass-tees). It is very rural and forested, then head toward Mt. Rushmore. Don't wear a flowered shirt.
You should do the Detroit to Pheonix route via Boston for some nice fall leaf peeping. Hope you guys are having fun!
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