KAPOORS ON THE ROAD
Just as we were winding up our yoga retreat on Saltspring Island a week earlier, I happened to mention that we were heading north to explore Vancouver Island to one of our senior yoga teachers. Almost immediately, she asked if we’d be interested in seeing a traditional-style English pub along the way. She told us about the Crow & Gate Pub and gave us a general description about where it’s located. It sounded like a terrific place to have lunch on our way home from Courtney.
Thank goodness for Google Maps and GPS or I don’t think we’d have found it. Yellow Point Road runs through lovely countryside, with farms on either side of the road, about midway between the TransCanada highway and the ocean on the eastern side of Vancouver Island. The pub is set back quite a ways from the road and if you’re not looking for the sign, it would be easy to miss.
That particular Sunday afternoon there was a large farmer’s market in the field next door and cars were parked all along Yellow Point Road, obscuring the Crow & Gate Pub. We overshot the driveway but thanks to GPS, we realized we had to turn around and look more carefully for the entrance.
It was certainly worth all the effort to get there, as it was like stepping back in time to a lovely Tudor-style pub in the English countryside. The place was packed both inside and out, and we were quite out of luck finding a place in the garden. We surveyed the menu and while Anil was placing our order, I staked out the inside tables and managed to nab one just as a group was preparing to leave. It was more table than we actually needed, but no one else looked anywhere near finishing their meals.
I ordered the Ploughman’s Lunch, not really knowing what it entailed, but it sounded very English and I thought I should give it a try. There was so much food on the plate that it seemed to be hanging over the edges! Had I known that everything in a Ploughman’s Lunch is served cold, I would have ordered something else. It was all a little heavy, thank goodness for the salad portion, I love to have a salad with my meals.
Anil had fortunately ordered ‘sleeves’ of beer instead of pints, because when you add beer to such a heavy meal, it makes one almost comatose. I was glad that Anil had ordered a different meal because I was in no shape to drive after visiting the Crow & Gate. I was awake long enough to direct him back onto the TransCanada highway, heading south towards Victoria and then I reclined my seat and had a ‘wee nap’ as we headed towards the city.
It’s a good thing it was a straightforward journey back to Victoria because Anil usually relies on me to be his navigator, and I didn’t wake up until after we passed by the Goldstream Park entrance at the bottom of the Malahat. If I remember correctly, I completely skipped dinner that night. Anil had something light in our hotel room at the Chateau Victoria. Our last night before returning home to see our condo transformed.