My friend and I were traveling between Halifax, Nova Scotia, and St. John's, Newfoundland, a quick two-hour hop over the Laurentian Channel. It was late January, and with a blizzard threatening delays, we arrived extra early and settled at the Firkin & Flyer pub for a pint before takeoff. One by one, all flights were grounded, and all passengers too: The highway had been closed, and it was impossible to leave the airport. We split an order of crisp fish and chips and a lobster roll with a creamy lemon sauce... Читать дальше...