October 17, 2007
Evangel
CP and I spent the last weekend on our recent Nova Scotia trip in Halifax, its capital. Sunday we attended the 10.30 am Eucharist at All Saints Anglican Cathedral. During the announcements, the interim parson informed us that instead of their usual coffee and cush after the liturgy, they were serving a covered-dish luncheon. I decided that this settled where we would eat and that, as had become our vacationing custom, we’d not have to ask around for where was locally recommended.
My plan was simply to follow the crowd (seated in some 80 of the approximately 800 available seats) to wherever the Sunday board was serving. I found that that was not CP’s plan.
CP’s plan was to get in the exiting line, shake the hand of the parson standing at the front door, tell him we were visitors from the US&A, and thus more properly possibly be invited to lunch. We did just that. How nice to have you from so far away, he said. Nothing happened along the line of an invitation. So she, instead, and in one of her better attempts at demure, asked where he might recommend that we have lunch. Yes, he replied, there’s a nice restaurant just across the promenade from the Cathedral. Thank you, she said.
The restaurant was only a short walk from All Saints. Quite in keeping with this alluring ambiance of evangelism, we found it was Trinity Café. We couldn’t, of course, resist the eggs St Benedict.
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