Friday 4 September 2015--We've gotten lazy the last few days...can I blame
the weather? It's a likely scapegoat at the end of a trip, whether it's good or bad.
Yesterday was a lovely clear day, and this morning is even more brilliant, if that's
possible. We continue along the Route des Navigateurs, the tourist route along
the south shore, headed ultimately for Marc's home in Quebec City.
Just after 11:00, we arrive at Tête d'Allumette, a brewpub pretty
much in the
middle of nowhere. Well, it's a few miles from Saint-André-de-Kamouraska, a
village of 650 souls. And to be perfectly clear, it's only about twenty miles from
Rivière-du-Loup. Told you we were getting lazy. The pub is housed in a
converted farmhouse, the brewhouse in a newer attached barn. We take our
pints out on the terrasse in back, along with a pogo--there is, unfortunately,
nothing more substantial to eat. We don't really care. Marc and I agree that this
is our favorite brewpub yet. Of course, the crystalline weather has something to
do with it, as does the guilty pleasure of a morning pint. Context is everything.
We'd be tempted to spend the rest of the day here, admiring the view on the
river over a succession of pints, if we didn't have some miles ahead of us.
Instead, we roll along the coastal road, passing through the villages of
Kamouraska, Rivière-Ouelle, and Saint-Roch-des-Aulnaies, before stopping
in St-Jean-Port-Joli. This artsy town of 3300 is known particularly for
woodcarving, as well as its pretty waterfront and marina. And what do you know,
there's a brewpub, Ras L'Bock. The pub, above the Café Bistro OK,
doesn't open until later in the afternoon, but the bistro is open, and it serves the
microbrasserie's beers. We are happy to sit down and have a proper lunch.
Now we are in the homestretch. We stick to the coastal road, rather than the
faster Autoroute 20, but we have a bit of barn fever, and don't dawdle. Well,
except for a pint in Le Corsaire, the brewpub by the ferry terminal in évis.
After the sunny terrasses at Tête d'Allumette and Café Bistro OK, Le
Corsaire seems rather dark and dismal, I'm afraid.
We board the ferry and cross to Québec, then drive to Marc's apartment,
where we unload the car. Return to town for dinner at Mille et Une Pizzas, then
pints at the familiar La Barberie and La Souche. The former is a co-op
bordering the St-Roch neighborhood, which was a gritty area when I first visited
Quebec City; it has been largely gentrified in the past decade or so. Of the
several brewpubs in town, La Barberie comes closest to embodying the pub
spirit we found in the microbrasseries out in the hinterlands. It also has what
might be the best terrasse of any pub in the city, looking across a quiet back
street to a well-treed park. La Souche is at the far end of Limoilou, a working-
class sector of town close by the paper mill. This area seems to be getting a
sprucing up, too, in the past few years, although I doubt it will ever be as trendy
as St-Roch. [St-Vallier, just beyond St-Roch, seems to be where the trendies
are migrating; in March 2016, we visited Griendel, another new brewpub there.]
We retire to Marc's apartment for the evening. We have a few beers left over
from the cooler, and stay up a bit too late drinking them, and talking about the
places we've been. This afternoon, we were anxious to get off the road.
Tonight, we are not quite ready for our journey to be over.
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