Beavertails! A staple of Ottawa’s “must experience” tastes, as evidenced recently when President of the US, Obama, requested one of the delicious fried pastries on his visit to the “great white (not always, we DO have summer ya know!) north!” And as many times as I have been to our nation’s capital, I have never had one, nor had L.
So after we had stuffed ourselves silly at pretty much my favourite Ottawa pub, The Highlander, where we had the most phenomenal service, we started to walk back to the car… past the BeaverTails stand… and the suggestion was made. It had already been made during the weekend, but after what we had consumed, I thought we’d give it a miss again. But L was motivated and the decision was made. If not, when!? Now was the time! Carpe BeaverTail! So after having passed this stand so many times over many years, up we went, and the order was placed while standing in a cloud of delicious deep fried pastry smell. Chocolate spread and bananas was the choice of the day, though there were many tempting combos. And it was glorious! And suddenly… I had room to take as many bites as L could share. As heavy as these big, flat paddle shaped treats sound, it felt nothing like that eating it.
Finally my curiosity and L’s sweet tooth were satiated, and it was worth the detour. So when in Ottawa, save some room, or don’t… apparently it doesn’t make a difference, and get some tail!