Yesterday I learned Vermont maple syrup was a big deal.
As a Canadian I was dumbfounded. I didn’t even know Vermont had maple syrup. Granted I don’t think about Vermont much, despite it being our neighbour. Frankly northern Vermont and southern Quebec are the same thing except for language and nationality.
Both are places where nothing is open after midnight.
Now maybe Americans think Vermont maple syrup is the bees knees.
In 36 years of life I’ve never once heard of Vermont’s maple syrup game. Anyway, Big Homie Wes invited me to rap at Moog’s Place in Morrisville. I got to meet some folk and see some things.
Chris came with me and we had a little adventure.
Vermont is actually pretty damned close to Montreal
It took us about an hour to get to the border.
It isn’t the big border you take to New York, it’s this little one, with no lineup of cars. You breeze on through and then continue on your way. All of sudden the speed limit is 104 km/hr.
We crossed just before 6 PM and had a little pit stop in St Albans City. Having crossed the border successfully we acquired a celebratory smokeable from a dispensary. They gave us a biodegradable grinder.
I imagine a lot of Canadians cross the border, buy weed and have grinder needs. It’s good this one is made to be thrown away several kilometers from the border. I’m sure there’s a ton of plastic grinders that have been picked up by whomever cleans highway roads.
Or maybe there’s just thousands hidden in a forest.
Once in Vermont, it took us just over an hour, without our stop, to get to Morrisville.
This is a state where you need some forethought when living life
Between 10 PM and 12 AM I watched the majority of people call it quits and go home. This is a Saturday night. The bar was still open as the show ended and people packed up to leave but the party was done. There was nothing else going on in the public spaces.
In fact the only cops in the area were aware the bar was closed and I was advised to follow every damned traffic law I could until I was out of Morrisville. They were cruising the block a bit but definitely did not bother us. Otherwise I saw no cops anywhere in Vermont.
We left around midnight and there were literally only 3 gas stations open between Morrisville and Canada.
I had to drive nearly 45 minutes to find a coffee.
If you are used to 4 AM Lebanese offerings like I am, this is a bit of a culture shock.
It was fun paying Vermont prices for gas though.
Less fun paying Vermont prices for weed though.
Before heading into the land of people who sleep at night, make sure you are prepared for the calmer side of life.
By the time I got back to Montreal, the party was definitely still happening in the city.
I love Montreal.
The people in Morrisville were so courteous and welcoming
When we arrived one of the people who worked at Moog’s Place made sure we could find the entrance.
Instant hospitality.
We oozed out of towner energy. I came down in my orange sweatsuit and changed into my new pink suit. It now has ketchup stains. People were so friendly and curious. We did the typical city versus country life conversation one has when we encounter each other in the wild.
Everyone I met was so cool. Having just purchased some product, I was literally offered a handful of free weed by a nice lady. I had to politely decline but was definitely caught off guard in the best way.
I met a whole bunch of people and got to know a bit about life in Morrisville. It’s basically the central hub of all the neighbouring towns. Moog’s Place is the cool spot where the best music is found.
Their fries are delightfully spiced to perfection.
It’s also one of the only restaurants in town so as I performed, a bunch of folk who were there for the food got to see it. Everyone was so friendly and supportive of what Chris Chrome and I did. We really felt the love so much we want to go back and visit already.
We had a wonderful time and appreciate Big Homie Wes for letting us sneak on the card.
Live Long and Prosper Everyone
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