Around quarter past one, we set out for Dixie Orchards. The weather prevailed warmer than predicted, so instead of the flannel and denim pairing I had pictured for the occasion, a crushed velvet tank was sported instead.
Admission fees were collected in the form of either cash or debit, with wristbands provided at time of payment. Other groups were spotted sporting green, while ours were yellow. While the colour was non-indicative of capacity count, they were used to mark time of entry. That said, we confirmed that there would not a time limit imposed on our stay.
Between the access/egress points of the maze was the Straw Jump, where stout barrels of hay were positioned upright for jumping on top and between. I avoided the activity in fear of ankle-rolling and straw strands penetrating my shoes. Between the points were also - "tourist-like", as per orangecane's words - photo-taking opportunities.
Immediately adjacent to the maze was a pumpkin patch. Many families had been spotted with wheelbarrows in tow for pumpkin picking. Despite the lack of variety on the parched-looking plot, groups excitedly ventured to various corners in search for a suitable squash.
A covered green wagon provided complimentary trips back to the farm entrance. The opportunity had been missed two times already, thus we dashed for the third. Amongst the last few riders the contraption could seat safely, we breezed by the attractions we had perused, inhaling exhaust fumes along the way.
It was undeniably on the thin side, even earning the title of "apple juice" by my partner-in-crime for the day. Evaluation against our go-to of The Apple Factory resulted in remarks pertaining to "lack of body", to which I could not agree more.
I scanned for some indication of pumpkin donuts, then found a winding queue to the Pie Shack, a counter acting as an exclusive retailer of tarts, cider, and the infamous cinnamon sugar-dusted donuts. Much to my relief, the longer line to our right was for entry into the marketplace. Another sigh of relief arrived as shade and tree cover graced our wait time.
I became quick to suggest The Rec Room as a cooler alternative. Alas, our time of arrival permitted only one round of Pump It Up! and the swift acquisition of Bacon & Gruyère Sous Vide Egg Bites.
Overall, the Venom sequel boasts seamless inclusion of sci-fi elements with real-world characters, creating a world of relatability and regalement. The ending themesong was an interesting choice as well, as it combined a hollow, pop base with modern bars.
After the first round of credits came an epilogue. Within it was teleportation of Eddie and Venom to a tropical environment and foreshadowing of the Spiderman movie that is to air later this winter.
I proposed taking advantage of the outdoor tables, as humidity from the daytime had dissipated. Remaining in the air was a light gust, easily handled by a durable windbreaker. Seating outside prompted no checks for vaccination, though a QR code was provided by contact tracing protocols. Those looking to access the heavily congested indoor dining floor were inspected at the door, just as with Cineplex establishments. A peak inside informed that all booths were open for dining. The sole form of protection was plexiglass between the headboards of the booths, though proximity to the adjacent table remained consistent with pre-pandemic circumstances.
Amongst our picks were a Bulgogi Set, Sujebi, and the infamous MD Dumplings. The dumplings were served at a cooler temperature than past visits, but were nonetheless delicious. Fillings comprised of an ever-amazing blend of chives, plush pork, zucchini bits, and, of course, garlic.