Poutine - not as bad as I expected though the gravy didn't melt the cheese much.
Smoked meat - an utterly transcendant food experience.
Breakfasts at the B&B - epic. Utterly epic.
Eating tapas on a swing - tricky.
Microbrews - blanche seems to be the key style.
Mont Royal itself is a litte too over-manicured. Park de la Fontaine does not so much have squirrels as a squirrel infestation. You're practically having to kick them out of the way and they're tame in a way that makes my first thought 'rabies'.
Arrived home this morning, landing shortly after 6am. Worst transatlantic I can remember for a while. Old plane (seat moves every time ppl walk past), badly located seat (crew kept leaning against it), turbulance, slow crew in service. Felt like vomiting almost the whole way. Grabbed about 3 hours sleep at home and then came into the office to clear the decks before Denmark next week.
At one point I went to the cinema to save worse damage to my feet. Picked The American. I have the idea that it was liked by Clooney so that he could just hang out near his Italian home and drink coffee. Visually, I liked it. Clooney did a good job, but otherwise it was a bit thin and pretentious. People's teeth were too white, unless they were old. It was distracting. I was surprised that films were left in original lang with no french subtitles though.
Local dialect takes a while to get hooked into. By Sunday morning, waiting staff were not defaulting to english (Juliette & Chocolat - om nom nom) but I kept finding german in my head which just confused everyone more.
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