Revolving Dining Room
So this morning, my Grammy calls and asks if I want to go to dinner with my cousin, aunt, uncle, Grampy and her at the revolving dining room in the Skylon (in Niagara Falls).
I say, sure. Why not. It’s my day off, and I haven’t been there for years. My Grammy used to take us sometimes when we were younger, usually when my two older cousins came down to visit (they live just up near Toronto). But other than that, I’d never have a reason to go. I found this video on YouTube about it. This is not me talking. I just found it, and thought it was appropriate for those who don’t know about it.
Anyways, we had a nice dinner. My Uncle had these cards (that locals get? I guess?) so you get like $20 off per meal, which includes one appetizer, a main course and desert (the desert is split between two people). So that was pretty good. I had Chicken Cordon Bleu, and it was good! I’ve never had it before, but hey, there’s chicken and some ham… can’t really go wrong. Unfortunately the only vegetables I could eat were the potatoes, since carrots are the spawn of Satan and I can’t eat broccoli, which was weird because I feel odd if I have quite a larger portion meat than vegetables at dinner…
So yes, dinner was nice and it was a lot of fun. They had the lights on the Falls (as usual) and my Aunt and I got into a debate about what colour they were which turned pretty ridiculous. (I swear they were yellow-ish green at some point, but no one seems to have seen that… and then when they were white, she was calling them “pinky-blue”, haha). Grampy was pretty good too; he got this new leather jacket which he apparently just loves, so he wore that. This is kind of gross, but Tyler was sitting at the edge, near the window. The windows don’t rotate, and his leg was against the side. He looks down, and notices his pants have this huge green line of dirt from the side of the windows and rotating. It was like, all rubbing off on his pants. e_e
But the best part.
Was our waiter.
He was nice, and took off the 3% tourist tax when he found out we were somewhat local. And it never occurred to me who he was, but he was talking to my Uncle about hockey (my Uncle plays in like, an older guys league for fun). And the waiter asks if my Uncle knows Dave.
He’s like, yeah! I know him. I overhear this, and I was like… DAVE IS MY BOSS.
Then the waiter goes, DON’T YOU RECOGNIZE MY VOICE!?
I thought for a minute, and then it hit me.
BUDDY DAN. (And I actually said that to him).
Then he told me about how he always calls and stuff, and I was like oh I know. I answer the phone a good portion of the time when you call! It seriously made me laugh. I feel like somewhere in the back of my mind I knew he worked there, but it never really registered.
The back story, for all non-campground employees, is that Dave has this friend Dan who calls us at varied times throughout the summer, asking of Dave’s around. Most of the time, he isn’t because he’s out doing whatever needs to be done at the park. But Dan’s catch phrase is, “Hi, this is Dave’s buddy Dan!” or he’ll say, “Okay, can you just tell him buddy Dan called?”
So we naturally refer to him as BUDDY DAN.
On an unrelated note, they had a real pianist there which was so cool. I loved the arrangements of his Christmas music! It was kind of blusey, jazzy, ragtimeish… depending on the song of course. I’d love to get my hands on it, but I didn’t have the courage to actually go over and ask who did the arrangements.
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