Anne and I had to go to Windsor yesterday for a routine medical appointment.
Nothing major — just one of those things you’ve gotta do.
On the way back, we decided to stop for a late lunch. Our regular spot was closed, so after a bit of Googling, I landed on a well-reviewed place called Sawyer’s Craft BBQ in Ford City (Windsor). It was tucked into one of those older neighbourhoods. You know the kind — looks a little tired, but you can tell things are slowly turning around. A few new places popping up. Someone taking a chance.
From the outside, it was hard to tell what we were in for. But when I got out of the car, I could smell that BBQ wafting down the street — and I knew right then chances were good we’d picked the right place.
We ordered a brisket lunch dish with fried rice and sausage to share.
Now listen… I don’t say this lightly.
It was the best brisket I’ve ever had. Beautiful spice crust. No fuss. Just done right.
When we were finished, I actually asked about evening reservations for future reference — which tells you everything you need to know. We’ll be back.
On the way home, we made one more stop — Comber. There’s a place there I’d heard about called The Iron Kettle Commissary, and it’s grown a lot over the last while. We went in for coffee.
The selection of breads and pastries was the biggest I’ve ever seen — all freshly made, with the bakery right there in view.
And then came the croissant.
Real butter. Proper flaky. The kind that makes a mess and you don’t care.
Hands down, the best croissant I’ve ever had.
We got back in the car and I said,
“You know what… it’s been a good day. I’m happy.”
Anne laughed and said,
“You and your food.”
She’s not wrong.
But I don’t think it’s just the food.
I like good food, sure. But I also like trying new things. New places. New experiences. And maybe most of all, I like seeing people excited about what they’re sharing — taking a risk and doing something well.
I like noticing those days that quietly turn out good, without much effort or expectation.
So if there’s anything in this little story, maybe it’s just this: don’t rush past those moments. Take the detour once in a while. Try the place you’ve never been. Let yourself enjoy a simple win in the middle of an ordinary day.
Sometimes that’s all it takes.
Farmer Rod