Eating Montreal – My Favourite Places #2

It’s mathematical. The more time you’ll spend in one place, the more restaurants will be added to your list of favourites. If you’re lucky. Else, maybe you should consider moving. All jokes aside, it is a true privilege to be … Continuer de lire Eating Montreal – My Favourite Places #2

Eating Montreal – My Favourite Places #1

I always found that, when you arrive somewhere new, the one thing you need to figure out is food. Where do I get all the yummies as well as the basic nutrients. But mostly, yummies. I had often noticed that food and our relationship to it differs from one country to the next. In a lot of European countries, food is an art and a religion. It means spending time together, enjoying the pleasures of life with your tastebuds, juggling spices, gravy, and ingredients together to achieve some form of greatness, simple or refined. In North America… it’s a little … Continuer de lire Eating Montreal – My Favourite Places #1

Drinking Montreal … At Home

So, you know how it’s great to know where to go have a drink with your friends, to relax and enjoy the atmosphere. Well, sometimes I like to hang out with my friends just at home, on the balcony. Or I like to sip a non-alcoholic beverage just on my own, with Netflix and chill. And then what do you drink? When you’re new in a country, these mundane little things, like buying a drink to have home, can throw you off a little. Brands differs, tastes vary, and you’re not sure what you like outside of the major, slightly … Continuer de lire Drinking Montreal … At Home

Winter Is Leaving #2 : Ne Me Quitte Pas

Les rues sont encore pleines d’hiver, on prend dans la gueule ses excès, ses tonnes de neige qui n’en finissent plus de fondre, menacé par les pluies de printemps qui feront déborder les rivières et dégueuler la terre. Sur les coins de trottoirs qui se sont débarrassés de la neige, la terre ressemble à l’automne, parfois recouverte de feuilles jaunes qui n’ont pas eu le temps de partir. Dans mon manteau gonflé de chaleur, je regarde le chien mettre son nez entre des touffes d’herbes qui défient le froid en forçant l’admiration. Je leur dit de prendre leur temps, aux … Continuer de lire Winter Is Leaving #2 : Ne Me Quitte Pas

Winter Is Leaving #1 : The Snowman

Trees are blooming, streets are filled with shy pink and white petals. In my memories, they do. In my friends pictures from other places, they do. Not here. Here March keeps on towards spring, like everywhere else. But here the white blanket allows for last minute snowmen. “ It’s a good snow for snowmen ” blurts out some middle aged woman whose dog is trying to be friendly to mine. I go on to the park, the dog pulling hard on his leash. When we arrive he goes straight to that tennis ball, the one we left there last time, and looks … Continuer de lire Winter Is Leaving #1 : The Snowman