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Road Trips. Cottom Ontario.







Road Trips: Auntie Aldoo's in Cottom Ontario.

On the road with Denny D 

Roads: Starting point.  Essex, Ontario, east down old number 3, to Cottom.

Cottom Ontario is a fifteen-minute drive from home. We dropped the top on the bug to soak up some sun for our short drive. We arrive at a place I had discovered a few weeks back. Auntie Aldoo's Kitchen is Cottom's best-kept secret. It is not a secret anymore.

There is a cute patio in front. This is where we are sitting today. My partner and I are enjoying a spinach quiche and a cup of coffee. I had to take a couple of bites before taking the picture. Yum. The combination of egg, cheese, spinach and flaky crust is delightful. The coffee is just as delicious. 
Here's the kicker. One of the girls wasn't happy with the two macarons she had baked earlier gave them to us on the house. She didn't need to twist our arms much. Thank you so much. I will just say #OMG_Yummy. Sorry, no picture. I devoured it too fast.

The witch decor is delightful, and the seating inside is very inviting. They even have a shelf with various games to play. I felt like I was at home, and the staff made me feel like I was family.  

This little place is full of big surprises. Thanks to the great people at Auntie Aldoo's Kitchen. See you soon. 

Click here for more info:
https://www.auntiealdooskitchen.com/
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