Little has changed since my earlier post (and associated eye-rolling distress) about this topic. I'm unsure as to why one would permit distance to be a hindrance in attaining a positive dining experience. The scalar is unchanging, and apparently so are certain people's mindsets.
Wineries, steel factories, and a clear view of Lake Ontario are just a few of the spectacles to be witnessed on the drive to Lake House. If a road trip in balmy weather with mellow DAY6 tunes in the background doesn't make for a pleasurable journey, then I'm at a loss to say what is.
The menu had been revamped significantly during our absence, with the most prominent addition being that of the Great Canadian Burger. In place of the Maple Chipotle variation I had seen captured previously, this gourmet specialty had been branded as "Niagara's Best Burger".
Having been torn between this intriguing item and the lighter option of Fish Tacos, I eventually complied with internally ravenous desires and chose the burger.
For a singular creation to change my mind is unfathomable, yet Lake House did it. They won my heart with their Great Canadian Burger, ever so appropriately and patriotically named.
The Shrimp "Mac & Cheese" and Short Rib Sandwich fell short of expectations, especially after tasting my revolutionary specimen of a burger.
Although baked with three types of cheese, the pasta dish swapped depth for shots of sodium. Neither mozzarrella, Parmasan, nor goat cheese was discernible; the trio contributed a heavy, creamy sauce that truly wasn't for the faint of heart. Gnocchi replaced macaroni for a starchy spin, which really only augmented feelings of satiation. Two pieces of garlic bread accompanied the dish, as if the carbohydrate count hadn't already been met.
The bits of tiger shrimp were coiled up and overcooked, though freshness and moisture had been maintained.
She brought around a series of mini desserts just as we were about to retrieve the check. Creme Caramel and Black Forest Cake shots appeared heavenly, but such lust was suppressed for better, sweeter things.
The destination in mind was Niagara-on-the-Lake. A detour off the highway landed us in a quiet neighbourhood lined endlessly with vineyards of varying species. No wonder the region had earned the title of Vineland!
The tranquility of the shop permitted leisurely browsing of COWS' merchandise and ice cream selection.
Three branded t-shirts, one PVC keychain, and five flavour samples later, we finally settled on our choice of cone: PEI Stawberry and Wowie Cowie.
Wowie Cowie was undeniably the sweeter choice of the two: a basic vanilla ice cream elevated with English toffee marble (think caramel swirls), chocolate flakes, and "moo crunch". The combination was every bit fitting of a cow-themed establishment and provided sufficient sugar rush, especially when consumed in a waffle cone lined with peanuts and more chocolate. The last few bites were tacky and, honestly speaking, a bit excessive. Personally, I found it best shared amongst others