The Platinum Ticket by David Beynon

The Platinum Ticket by David Beynon
Shortlisted for The Terry Pratchett Anywhere But Here, Anywhen But Now First Novel Prize

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Sushi time

I live in a little township that has five communities with a total population somewhere in the neighbourhood of 20,000 people.  In this township we have almost everything you could ever want or need. We have a small movie theatre, and art deco live theatre, a horse racing track complete with slot machine, a lake, a gorge, rivers galore and, i think, 129 bridges.

We have a Centre for the Arts, three libraries, the County Museum and Archives, a Truck Show, Writers Festival, Singing Festival and a Scottish Festival.

We have more pubs than you can shake a stick at.  We have family restaurants, each with a hint of ethnic flair.  We have an excellent Chinese Restaurant and our Indian Restaurant, according to my friend, is as good as anything he's found in Vancouver.

With a laundry list like that it might be hard to add anything that a jaded fella like me could get excited about.

Well, a month or two ago a restaurant on Fergus' main street closed its doors.  It had been struggling since the death of the previous owner a few years back.  Paper covered the windows and speculation began.  Early on I heard a rumour, but I shook my head in disbelief.

Not a chance, I thought.  A town this size in white-bread rural Ontario couldn't possible support that kind of restaurant.

That's right - Sushi in downtown Fergus.  We went for lunch and it was excellent.  I know that their opening night was busy.  I certainly hope there's enough patronage to keep them busy.

Now all we need is a really good Italian restaurant...and maybe Greek...Thai?