This episode of Anthony Bourdain’s The Layover makes me miss Montreal something terrible. Schwartz’s pickles, LARPers, and raw milk cheese. He clearly has good researchers.
He’s only wrong about one thing, which is why New Yorkers visit La Belle Province: “Because they want to get drunk, and they want to eat good <expletive deleted> food like this, out of a truck.” You forgot the rippers, Tony.
(Thanks to Goulet for the link. A brilliant way to spend 40 minutes on a Monday morning. Except now nothing in the fridge appeals to me, because I want a foie gras double-down from Joe Beef.)
It’s freezing cold, but the snow finally arrived with two days to spare, so I will stop complaining about wanting a refund.
please hang on for two more days. iiiiiii'mmmmm dreaaaamming of a whiiiiiiite chriiiiistmas...
There have been a multitude of high points, and I still have more than a week at home. All the regular sappiness: family and friends, warm homes and hearts. But also:
the final minutes of the 28-hour journey takes me directly over the hills where I grew up. yes, you can see my house.
MONTREAL. enough said.
latte art at Cafe Neve.. yes that is a Ninja Turtle in my coffee. it's a Michelange-latte.
And of course, the joys of fast Internet connections, to bring us gems like this:
“PONIES?!?!” (via Goulet.)
Yesterday was winter solstice — time to celebrate the return of the light. Happy holidays to you and yours.