I was just backing into a spot when I got the call. It was Carl and he sounded genuinely panicked. “It’s closed!”
“Closed?” I stopped the car. “What do you mean closed?”
“There’s a sign on the door. It says they’re closed for a special event. The staff took the night off to go watch a baseball game!”
So much for multifarious wings and deep-fried Mars Bars. I could just imagine what was running through Carl’s mind. This would never happen in the U.S.! But if he was thinking it, he didn‘t voice it. Instead, he said: “Hey, I passed a place on the way up that looked pretty good. It’s a hamburger place…”
I knew the one he was talking about. “Splitz Grill.” Fondy and I had discovered it just last month.
“That’s the one!” Panic had given way to elation. Carl’s faith in Canada had clearly been restored. “See you there!”
So the four of us ended up at Splitz Grill (4242 Main Street) instead of Wing Nuts. In all honesty, I wasn’t too bummed about not having the wings. It was the deep-fried Mars Bars I was going to miss. In an attempt to lessen the pain, I ordered a milkshake with my meal. “What flavor would you like?”I was asked by the woman at the counter. “You can choose from any of the ones in the ice cream counter.” A quick perusal of the selection and I chose the Reese’s Peanut Butter Chocolate ice cream. Alex opted for Cookie Dough. And 2hile he and Rob went with straightforward cheeseburgers, Carl and I proved more adventurous, going with the Italian sausage burgers.
I had mine with cheddar, cucumbers, Splitz sauce, then topped it with pancetta bacon and fried onions. And, of course, onion rings, fries, and a Greek salad for the table. It was a crazy good burger. All were mightily impressed, especially Carl who I’m sure was already planning his return visit as he snapped up that last onion ring.
Of course that great meal meant I had to wake up at 6:00 a.m. this morning and resume my work-out regimen. Forty-five minutes of squats, lunges, step-ups, deadlifts, and laterals and I was feeling terrible. But GOOD terrible! I shuffled up to my room like an octogenarian with two wooden legs (minus the knee joints of course). I intend to be back down to my fighting weight by summer’s end.
A quiet day in the office today as we wrap an early week. The production is shutting down for Comic Con as three of our actors (Bob Picardo, Jewel Staite, and Joe Flanigan) head south for a fun-filled weekend. Marty G., Brad Wright, and various members of the SG-1 cast will also be on hand. The Continuum and Atlantis panels will conclude with a video tribute to the great Don S. Davis.
Alan finished his rewrite of Infection, Martin is prepping Brain Storm, Carl is poised to prep Identity, and Paul has broken ground on #20. With less than two months to go, it looks like it’s going to be a mad dash to the finish line.
And, of course, for those of you wondering – I did swing by Stage 6 today and checked out David² in action. Lots of fun. Between scenes, we talked Vegas, the as-yet-untitled episode #20, and beyond. Who knows what the future holds? Well, hopefully we will sooner than later.
Mailbag returns tomorrow.
Honest.
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