Welcome to “The Rock”. Or Newfoundland, as it’s more commonly known. Newfoundland (technically, Newfoundland and Labrador) is Canada’s easternmost province, located some 900+ miles from Boston as the crow flies. My route today was a bit more circuitous, taking me first to Montreal, then on to St. John’s, where I’ll be spending the next 6 days exploring this rugged province.
My flights were both uneventful and I arrived at my hotel in St. John’s a little after 6PM. Newfoundland has its own time zone, which is 1.5 hours ahead of the U.S. east coast. With the time change and the two flights, I spent the majority of the day traveling. I dropped off my luggage and then headed out along Duckworth Street in search of an evening meal.
Having had an omelet in the United Club in Boston, some pretzels en route to Montreal, and a sesame chicken dish on the second flight, I was ready for a good seafood meal on my first night in Newfoundland. And what better way to kick things off than with some famous Newfoundland fish and chips? The Duke of Duckworth pub purportedly has the best fish and chips in St. John’s and I needed to try it for myself. The fish was flaky and delicious, and the fries came smothered in “dressing” (some kind of bread crumb concoction) with gravy on the side. They were different, in a “been there, done that” kind of way. I had a No Boats on Sunday cider with my meal and then stopped at Craig’s Cookies for a toffee cookie to enjoy in my room before calling it a night.
Traveling with Laura 