Don't listen to the lies of former and future brides. Wedding planning sucks. There is no happy-helpful committee of aunties armed with life-altering advice, and there are no mothers who save the day. It's just one frantic bride-to-be and a fiance with varying levels of involvement, trying to put together all the thousand pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that's mostly sky.
TBH, most of it has been relatively painless. That venue isn't in our budget, this venue works. Hate all these dresses... Except I don't. Apparently I'm a sucker for an A-line princess look, and I'm as surprised as you are.
But the one thing that's been a huge disaster is the flowers. Seven bouquets and seven boutonnieres - how hard can this be?
We asked ourselves this as we sat down at The 4262 for a later lunch. We had some time to kill before meeting up with our first florist candidate, and the "just opened" sign was irresistible.
We started with what we thought would be a hearty Duck Poutine, but we found it lacking. Props for having real cheese curds, but the soggy fries were hardly appealing. The not-really gravy is the culprit - it had the consistency of a thin broth flavored with salty grease.
The Sliders were better, a positive patty with can't-go-wrong gruyere, a sweeter shallot jam, and chunky bacon.
The food goes south again with the Beer Braised Mussels. The garlicky sauce isn't half bad, but most of the mussels are barely half-cooked, and that's all-the-way bad.
Spry sliders sandwiched in an afternoon of disappointment is how I would describe that day. Our florist couldn't be bothered to show up. She was so "immersed in a project" that she "forgot" about the people who drove 40 minutes to meet with her.
Unlike that hopeless un-professional, however, The 4262 does have potential to improve. The service, for example, was quite good. One server waited all the tables, and she did a remarkable job as she was undoubtedly outnumbered. Now if only they could make poutine as well as they make sliders...
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