Good Eggs visit: Richmond Golf Club
To continue the travel theme from last time, in early April of this year I was fortunate enough to make a quick solo trip across the pond to England. My brother has lived in London for years with his wife and they were gracious enough (along with their roommate) to let me stay over for five days as I jotted around England by train making various planned appointments.
“Why would you go to England in April? It rains all the time,” said a friend of mine afterwards at a recent birthday party. It didn’t rain (much), however, but was a relatively balmy 20 degrees and sunny the whole trip. The first thing you notice in England in April, compared to here, is all the vegetation just feels different. That’s because it is. Flowers were all out – the streets and parks were in full bloom – it was gorgeous.
Travelling by train to Reading, Cambridge, and Oxford, I saw the beauty of the English countryside and its wonderful architecture first hand from my window. Lush fields stretched out as far as the eye could see, and the rural houses, for the most part, looked to be right out of a picture book. Reading, as any local would admit, was modern and nothing special, but the buildings in Cambridge and Oxford were incredible.
Walking amongst structures hundreds of years older than Old Montreal and Quebec left a big impression on me, and I realized what it must be like to live in a place with a real history. I even received an architecture lesson from the world’s leading Anglo-american philosopher, Peter Hacker, when I went to Oxford. “See it. Say it. Sorted.” – to borrow a slogan constantly blared from England’s public transit system’s speakers.
Around a month later, some Good Eggs and I visited the Richmond Golf Course for a nice breakfast. The place had come highly recommended to me from a colleague at The Record. I took the scenic route on the occasion, avoiding Highway 55 for a nice, winding trip along Route 143. One Good Egg described the club house’s interior as “swanky,” with its genuine fireplace, black theme, and beautifully-lighted bar along its back wall. The spot could probably hold 50 people at maximum. Electric chandeliers hang above from its ceiling, and it is decorated with antique snowshoes, a compelling wooden spiral piece, and a huge, out-of-place Christmas decoration. A beautiful view of the golf course could be seen through a large bay window.
We all agreed our food was of extremely high quality for the price, though we were the only ones there and had to wait 40 minutes to get it. The place uses many local products, including bread from a Drummondville bakery and real maple syrup. The ham was exceptional and the condiment selection was above average. I found the eggs too buttery, but others disagreed. Service was in French and very friendly, with carafes of coffee left on the table for quick refills.
Good Eggs agreed this was one of the best places we had been so far, regardless of the few drawbacks I mentioned. Someone told me the chef was trained in France, and it really showed.
I paid $25 with tip. Ambiance: 4/5 Service: 4/5 Quality: 4.5/5
Price: 4/5