Something's brewing in the capital, and no, it's nothing the Hill announced.
Ottawaish is the city the way you actually spend it: the Rideau Canal laced up in February and paddled in July, a 2 a.m. shawarma after ByWard, BeaverTails steaming by the locks, the Glebe buzzing on a Lansdowne night, tulips swallowing Dow's Lake every May.
We cross the river, too. Gatineau Park when the hills go red, a Hull patio when Ontario calls last round too early; two provinces, two languages, one very good weekend.
We're rounding up where to eat, drink, see and wander, Westboro to Vanier, Hintonburg to Hull, with zero 'things to do near Parliament' energy.
First drop's almost here. Lace up.