For many years a group of us would travel south from Canada and visit Stowe Vermont. We'd try to go there in the early fall on the Canadian Thanksgiving Long Weekend/Columbus Day. The autumn leaves would be out and the trails would be open. One year we had hiked all day and were really hungry. We walked into a restaurant, and it was packed. The hostess said: "We can squeeze you in upstairs". French agreed, and off we went. We thanked her and she responded "No problem. It is a squeezy squeezy night". Years later we still say this funny phrase if we go into a busy restaurant or bar.
The best part was that the upstairs was actually a small private room. It was perfect. The waitress said: "Are you Canadian?" We acknowledged that we were. She then said: "We got you". A few minutes later she came back with a table d'hote menu with Canadian Thanksgiving. We agreed right away, and she promptly brought out a full turkey dinner. It was magnificent. We stayed until closing and put a good dent in their keg.
We kept this tradition up for a few more years. The place changed owners (actually a couple of times), but we still love to reminisce about that wonderful "squeezy squeezy night".
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I can see why you kept the tradition, some places (and people) are just so very welcoming.
Nice place. Happy Wednesday
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What a sweet memory! Sometimes things just work out wonderfully well, we know not how.
Sounds a magic place. No wonder it's one of your favorites!
Wonderful memory! And good that the experience was shared with companions, I think. (Not unlike Bev's post for this prompt.) I enjoyed your reminiscence; also I like your design, which gives me a sense of the place in a different way.
What a delightful true story, no wondfer you wrote about it. Memories like this stay with you forever.
Wonderful memory and nice to have "squeezy, squeezy night" to say as a remembrance.
it's comforting to have a place you can go back to again and again.
It must have been a delight to find a place that was not just welcoming, but gave you a taste of home when you were famished. It's worth going through a squeasy night to get that kind of welcome and warmth.
a fine memory, and turn of the phrase ~
Olie, we may have seen you there in Stowe, 2003 maybe. Before I started blogging. We went from Manchester, N.H. up to Montreal and back, then to Maine. We spent about a week in The East Township.
It was wonderful that you all came and came.
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Sounds wonderful. It’s nice to have a saying you can continue to use.
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