I’m sure that I saw Elvis in Collingwood that day. When we asked at the Tourist Information Centre (right across from the Walmart, where the big RVs overnight because it’s free) about a diner-style place for lunch, they suggested the Olde Red Hen Restaurant on Hurontario Street. Good call. Rye toast, perfect eggs, four kinds of meat, hashbrowns, coffee and raisin pie, all served up with an efficient smile. This is my kind of place, and today it has a very Graceland feel.
And the crowd is very well behaved, making sure to fill only one side of the street with their fold-up camping chairs (fire regulations), waiting for the music to start on the main stage. This isn’t just blue-hairs from the King’s glory days either, there are kids everywhere, all tuned in to the memory and the spirit of Elvis. If you don’t have the right kind of hairdo, no problem, just buy a set of plastic sideburns along the way. And friendly… OMG, these people know how to have a good time.
Collingwood was about to be rocked by the King, again. Once the music started – Elvis impersonators introduced by a local radio personality – we knew it was just the beginning of another Elvis extravaganza weekend. But we reluctantly moved on, sad to leave the party. After all, we had only stopped in for lunch. Long live the King!