GastroSleuth: Gracious host, attentive service and exquisite food (on tonight's menu: melt-in-your-mouth Prime Rib, rich and golden Yorkshire Pudding, fresh-picked Carrots, Mashed Potatoes and Gravy), but I have to wonder: is our beloved Morris GastroPub—Ottawa's answer to London's historic Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese—a front for something illicit?!!? The art on the walls, for example. Am pretty sure I've seen some if not most of these paintings at the National Gallery. So how did they end up here? That's what I found myself pondering at the end of the evening when somehow, over the sound of splashing water and the clattering of plates coming from the kitchen, I managed to tune into snatches of an audacious plan being hatched by one of the 'customers' and Gastro's maître d'—all I can tell you is that the plot had something to do with kidnapping a certain 'Dusty Miller' (an art forger maybe?) and his gang members.
"Have to act fast", I heard the scheming customer say in the front hallway.
"Don't get caught", the maître d' cautioned.
"Don't worry", she said with a conspiratorial smirk. "I'll have 'em in the back of my car before anyone even notices they're gone".
"And then bury them".
"Oh yah, I'll bury 'em all right. Bury 'em deep".
Yikes! What is going on at our beloved GastroPub??!!