This is not a love post. It’s a pretzel post. Which, really, is almost the same thing. Still, I’m sorry if the title is misleading.
(If it’s love you’re looking for you might want to give this a miss. Unless you love pretzels, in which case I’d definitely say stick around.)
Also, if you love the On Route stops on the 401, it’s possible we’re soul mate material. (People laugh when I use ‘love’ and ‘On Route stops on the 401’ in the same sentence but they are usually people who don’t know that every On Route stop has a secret picnic area.) You heard that right.
The one in Cambridge, for example, backs onto a pioneer church inside which I found an elderly man reading a paperback western. He was there to guard the church and to answer questions about it. The question I asked was whose land was it before the church came along, indigenous-people-wise. He said he’d never thought about that but now that I mentioned it he did remember when he was a boy (because he’s lived in the area all his life) there was an Indian (his word, he’s from that era) who lived somewhere nearby and one day stole a pie that was cooling on a window ledge. The pie-baker was prepared to be outraged except that the next day a piece of fresh meat was left on the same window-ledge. I asked him if he’d ever read Susanna Moodie. He said no but that he’d get his daughter in Guelph to look her up for him.
Most On Route picnic areas aren’t as exciting as elderly men and their memories, but they’re all very lovely, tree’d and quiet and only a few minutes walk from the gas pumps and fast food. They close for the winter sometime in October. But do look for them on your next journey. They’re quite hidden.
But, pretzels, yes. I’m getting around to that.
As if picnic areas, history, and clean bathrooms aren’t enough of a draw, on my last visit to the (Trenton) On Route (en route to Montreal) I discovered Neal Brothers oven-baked pretzels, which I can’t even tell you how they added enormous pleasure to the not-especially-scenic drive to Montreal but lasted through my stay there (because there is plenty to eat in that city besides pretzels) as well as the drive home.
I’ve since found them in my favourite local grocery shop, saving myself a return trip to Trenton.
Feel free to file this under Essential Road Trip Info.
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I believe I hear you snickering with glee and munching pretzels all the way through writing this.
You’re either clairvoyant or you have your window open. (:
I think we have these here – I’ll have to try them!
The pretzels (or the picnic areas)? ha!
Oh! The pretzels. :)
Thanks for this Carin! Love On Routes too!, especially Cambridge on visits to my mother’s, yet I’ve never discovered those picnic areas.
Oh, the picnic areas are the best! And the Cambridge one is particularly wonderful. It’s essentially the grounds of a small pioneer church behind the On Route and through a little gate. They’re always kind of hidden, the sites, tucked away in bits of woodland, etc. Amazing really. I’m guessing not many people know about them or even use them because most are just making a quick bathroom break, getting gas (or chips!). But if you have the time to stretch your legs, they’re brilliant. Bring a sandwich!