After lunch at The Essex, Mr Frenchie and I piled our suitcases in to our trusty Rogue and headed for the Canadian border.
See that adorable entrance to the city? We drove through that 4 times looking for our hotel. Inside the walls (if I remember correctly) there was only 1 two-way street. We had printed directions to our hotel from the address that was on Google. Oh, trusty Google, you had never steered me wrong until then. We drove down Rue Saint Anne 3 times without seeing Hotel Acadia.
We noticed some restaurants and hotels on the part of Rue Saint Anne that you can’t drive on, so we decided to park the car and walk down that street. We found a parking structure, parked the car, unloaded all 3 of our suitcases, and started walking. We walked down the other side of the street and noticed the numbers were going in the wrong direction… FRICK! And then it started to rain (and my hair does NOT do well in the rain)… double FRICK!
We ducked into the first hotel on St Anne to asked if they had any idea where our hotel was…
Me: “Parlay voo Englay?” (Phonetic spelling)
I had been practicing my French phrases from the back of our Quebec/Montreal travel book. Since we hadn’t spoken to anyone but ourselves since we entered Canada, we had no idea how much French (or English) we would encounter. The concierge had never heard of our hotel and kept asking, “Hotel or Motel? That is very important.” Ummm HOTEL, HO-TEL! Mr Frenchie did not book us a Motel for our honeymoon, thankyouverymuch. After asking around and Googling our hotel, he discovered that Google has the wrong address listed and our hotel was a couple streets up.
A short, but slightly wet, walk later, we found Hotel Acadia and checked in. Hotel Acadia was a cute little 41 room, boutique-y hotel.
Although they couldn’t care less that their address is incorrect on Google, we found the rest of our stay to be charming. Even though we had the smallest room on the 5th floor with no elevator, I wouldn’t complain and would totally recommend this hotel. The valet always offered to carry whatever we needed to our room and the staff was very nice. I’m sure it didn’t hurt that we LOVED Quebec City!
Our first night (since it stopped raining) we decided to go back down the un-driveable portion of St Anne and eat dinner outside at one of the restaurants we’d seen earlier.
This time I remembered to take pictures of the food…
Mr Frenchie and I LOVED the Parmesan fondue! We had no idea it was going to be more like Parmesan croquettes, with a little salad. We didn’t find it on the menu in any other city, but we did find a recipe online that we want to try out soon.
Did you eat any foods on your honeymoon you want to recreate at home? Do you have a recipe to share?
Up next: More Quebec City and Montreal!