Dixie Chicks

So I obtained a copy of the latest album from the Dixie Chicks. I think I've sold out - but I like it. It's a bit Ryan Adams with the pop sensibilities from Whiskeytown.
I'm going to be lynched for this post.

Tourists

The speed limit at the resort is 40 km/h. Why? Because some tourists are silly. They do things like ride their bicycles on the wrong side of the road, and walk backwards onto the road whilst taking photos of something marvelously interesting like a signpost or a phone booth. This place is like a little microcosm of the world at large. Some tourists are friendly and you can strike up a conversation with them easily. Some simply ignore you. Yes, it is true that people are like that everywhere. But here, somehow, it becomes more... apparent.

Olmecs - Blueberry Pancakes

So, I went to Olmecs on Bridge Rd in Richmond and ordered the blueberry pancakes. This dish was recommended to me by a friend who said that the pancakes were massive. "Bigger than Red Tongue's?" I asked.
"How big are Red Tongue's?" he replied.
"This fucking big," I said. They had really big pancakes.
"Well, maybe not that big," my friend said. "But they're really good."
Well, when the blueberry pancakes arrived, I was mildly disappointed that they weren't bigger than the wheels on a car (like Red Tongue's). But the generous helping of blueberries within the pancakes and on top of the pancakes was encouraging.
The top pancake was great, slathered in maple syrup, fluffy and crunchy on the outside. Brilliant!
Then the other two pancakes were kinda dry. The maple syrup hadn't soaked through. And there was no whipped butter. No ice-cream. Things were looking grim for the third and final pancake.
Finally, I asked for more maple syrup and mopped up what I could. There were still a few non-blueberry bits of pancake on the plate but I had had enough.
All in all, it was a decent dish for $9.50. But it wasn't fantastic.
I give Olmecs Blueberry Pancakes 6 out of 10.