PEI 15 - Where can we get a beer?

Day 9 
Wednesday Evening - July 27, 2016

We declined the offer of a ride to Cavendish, and found Sunset Campground just three miles away. It was tucked conveniently behind the Cavendish Boardwalk, a tourist trap shopping plaza that, at a passing glance, looked like a promising place to get dinner. And beer.

The campground office bustled with vacationers looking to take advantage of all the resort amenities offered by the campground - swimming pool, laundry, rec hall, mini-golf, playgrounds for the kids. But we didn't have any kids with us and we were too tired for mini-golf. All we wanted was a campsite, a shower, a beer, and something to eat. So, please, can you quickly answer all the questions of the people in line in front of us so we can have our turn to get registered? We're exhausted, sticky, hungry and thirsty.

When our turn came and the person behind the desk gave us our campsite assignment, along with a map and directions so we could find it, Rob asked, "Is there anyplace where we can get a beer?"

He thought for a minute and said he wasn't sure but there was maybe a place at the near end of the plaza that served beer. 

After showering and setting up our tent, we went to check it out.

The plaza was filled with tourists, but none of them seemed to have found their way into Mussels And Bubbles, the place suggested by the campground host. The place was deserted, dark, and dumpy. I don't know about their mussels, but their bubbles selection was as uninspiring as the atmosphere. There had to be another place to get a brew.

Nope. No other beer to be found. This shopping plaza was the place for families with children looking for cheap, greasy, sugar-laden food. Captain Scott's Seafood had everything fried, a long line, and lots of noise. Cows Ice Cream had a long line, too. We walked past an arcade, T-shirt shops, a couple pizza joints, a Subway sandwich shop. No beer, and dinner and dessert were not looking too good, either. We kept looking. There had to be someplace quiet where we could sit down and order something delicious to eat. We came to the end of the boardwalk and looked out over the parking lot and fields of potatoes and the setting sun. We were desolate. And hungry. A decision had to be made.

I said, "Let's get Subway." At least there we could get whole wheat bread and fresh vegetables.

It wasn't too bad. There was no line and we sat outside on a bench while we ate. There were no bugs and the temperature was pleasant and we watched the line in front of us that sold beaver tails and we wondered what they were. Deep fried pastries, kind of like fried dough, with your choice of topping. We decided to share one. I don't remember what kind of topping we got, but it cost seven dollars and was pretty good.

I took this picture the following morning, as we were leaving this bucolic place.

We never did get a beer.

As I was writing this and doing a little online research about the places we've been, I was surprised at the positive reviews I read about the dining establishments at the Cavendish Boardwalk. Was it the crowds? Our exhaustion? Next time you're in the neighborhood, check some of them out and let us know how they are.