Lizzy McFly

What a great few days I’ve had.  This past Friday was my day off.  There was a golf tourney through work at the Oakland’s golf course in Niagara Falls.  I decided to give the folks on the course a free mini air show!  I did a few fly over’s, and took a slew of pictures.  I created a PowerPoint presentation to email my coworkers tomorrow. 

After my flight on Friday, Chuck and I drove down/over to Windsor for the Red Bull Air Races.  We purchased tickets for the Saturday races.  We decided to splurge and enjoy the benefits of the Race Class seating.  What a great view – centre of the “track”, free drinks and food, nice washrooms in trailers instead of port-a-potties.  Yee-Haw!  We also booked a great room at the Riverfront Radisson, 16th floor with a perfect view of the river and Detroit.  It even had those perfect sleeper beds.  I had mine adjusted to extra soft and fluffy and Chuck had his at the rigor mortis setting. 

When we were entering Windsor, we decided we would go to the Mandarin for dinner.  I GPS’d it and found there was one just blocks away from the hotel.  We also asked the hotel-personage who confirmed there was one a few blocks over.  After we unloaded our schtuff, we headed in the direction of the Mandarin.  We came upon the Armouries where I worked for four years.  I forgot they closed it a few years back and built a new Armouries.  Actually, the celtic group Leahey was performing in the Armouries – I’m not sure what other civilian uses they use the building for.  Anyway, I asked the ticket dude out front if I could make a quick run inside to take a couple pictures, since I hadn’t been there in nine years.  He hummed and hawed, but let me go in quick.  The band sounded great!  I took a couple pics and made my way back outside.  We asked him how much further the Mandarin was and he laughed, stating the closest one was in London.  What the heck?  How could a GPS and hotel-personage both be wrong?  We walked away dejected, trying to accept the fact that we would be starving that night.  The race would go on tomorrow, as we layed in the street in a heap.  After about a minute of walking, lo and behold – the Mandarin….HOUSE.  Yes, the restaurant was called the Mandarin House.  ARGH!  Well, it was a good laugh!  About half a block away was a restaurant I went to quite frequently with my Army buddies, during the four years I lived in Windsor for university.  It was a great meal.