Saturday my mom and I went to Niagara Helicopters Limited, but the copters were grounded due to inclement weather.
On the way back, we passed by the Evel Knievel Daredevil Museum. My cousin said, “I suppose you want to stop there.” Are you kidding me? It was also a thrift store – score! 15 dollars poorer, one funny sign and crazy hat later, we were back on the road.
I don't know what any of this has to do with Evel Knievel. But it was behind a velvet rope.
The camel toe wouldn't fit in my luggage
We passed a cool motel that looked EXACTLY like the motel from Psycho. If I hadn't seen the real Psycho set, I'd swear that's where they filmed it. So when we counted heads and came up one bed short, I volunteered to stay at the Bates Motel. I wanted to take pictures inside the room. No one would let me stay there, something about drugs and hookers. So they found me a room at the Old Stone Inn.
That night we had tickets to “Oh Canada, Eh!” It was an unfortunate pick - probably my worst case of bad judgement this trip. I had heard the food was actually good, and it looked like it was going to be kitschy in a cool, drag-queen kind of way.
Instead it was a theme restaurant, like Medieval Times. Imagine Bear Country Jamboree meets Waiting for Guffman. Along with cheesy acting and the anticipated stereotypes (they even had a "newfie"), the hypercheerful music was unrelenting. The French Canadian accents were just painful. How in the hell did they manage that? You can't throw a rock in Ontario without hitting someone with a real French Canadian accent.