It's been awhile. Sorry. We'll be better.Summer is descending upon Halifax slowly but surely. The giveaway? Patios are cropping up like crocuses did a few months ago. Restaurants that I never would have pegged for the beer-and-plastic-chairs type are suddenly sprouting sun umbrellas like they're going out of style. Even my own place of employment (not pictured), a place which runs a bit on the starched and snooty side, is jumping on the patio wagon.
If you want to make some money in the city this summer, you needs you a patio.
Nowhere else have I experienced this same love of eating al (fake) fresco. Other cities I've once called home have other summertime food rituals; in Toronto, it's picnics in High Park. In San Francisco, it's churros on Market Street, and in Boston it's fried dough and Italian ices by the Charleston River. It's not that these cities don't have patios, but they lack the... obsession of Halifax.
Actually, it's kind of nice. It makes people-watching easier and it's a fabulous way to while away an afternoon. Speaking as a server, it's nice to have someone to serve during the 3-6 PM lull, even if all you're doing is topping up their drinks.
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