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This view reminds me of Disneyland, but it's not. However, from a purely metaphoric point of view, we could perhaps come to that conclusion. Instead of Mickey Mouse we'd find Mickey Beaver, and Dumbo would be replaced by Harpo.

Nothing has changed very much since the last time I was in town. The city keeps its 80s flavour, which has aged extremely well. 

Anyway, our dinner yesterday was one to be remembered, considering the geography of our evening. Josh, the champion shucker, served us a few Indian Creek oysters from PEI, some Northern Nova from Nova Scotia, and a couple of Standish Shores from Massachusetts. The Canadian ones were the clear winners.

A beautiful plate of albacore tuna confirmed the interest of this unexpected and pleasant experience. In the background we were listening to a classic tune from The Irish Rovers, which I had never heard of before; Lynne looked inspired.

The chowder was very unique in comparison to the ones we used to have at Ebb's in Swansea (Tasmania) or more recently at Oyster Boy on Queen St West.

I got thirsty at some point, and I decided to go local. I first tried a Kichesippi beer, described as a hoppy one, but I decided to go on with a darker one from the Ashton Brewing Company, also from Ottawa.

The stellar dish of the trip was the last one to arrive, and worth waiting for: a juicy lobster risotto.