I have fond memories of working and living in Castlegar, British Columbia from January until October 1990 (at which time the air traffic control tower closed and they sent us all packing.)
One of those memories includes taking lunchtime breaks to enjoy bowls of borscht at a little restaurant kitty-corner to the library.
So when we were passing through Castlegar on our way to Cranbrook, I suddenly had an overwhelming craving for borscht, so we went to Cafe Friends.
The waitress informed me that the restaurant, which had changed little in appearance in 17 years, had come under new ownership 8 years before. She also said that according to their patrons, the borscht was even better than it had been before.
Well, I have to disagree. It’s rare that either Ed or I salt our food, but that bowl of borscht was so lacking in taste that we had to apply the sodium quite liberally to make it palatable.
Oh well, lesson learned. You can’t go back hoping or expecting things (even the food) to be the same… so embrace change and try something new.
[tags]borscht, Castlegar, British Columbia[/tags]