Spring in the City

One thing that is endlessly endearing about Montrealers is their enthusiasm for the outdoors. The eagerness appears when it’s sunny and the temperature climbs above 10, as the parks and terraces fill up with people wrapped in parkas basking in the rays. Yesterday I saw these tulips painted on an old rusty pipe and I thought to myself that they capture that attitude perfectly. Because Montreal isn’t readily handed the balmy spring that so many other places enjoy, they go out and create one for themselves.




Last night Tanya, Preston and I went to see The Drums at Cabaret du Mile End, but before we got in the show I had this exchange with the (incredibly nice) door guy:

Door guy: Bonsoir!

Me: Pardon me?

Door guy: Bonsoir!

Me: I’m sorry, what?

Door Guy: I’m saying “Bonsoir”

Me: Oh. Bonsoir.

So now you’re all updated on how my French is coming along. I got over my embarrassment quickly and had a great time at the show. Here’s my favorite Drums song to get your weekend going!

Lumiere du Mile End

Brunch doesn’t have to leave you feeling miserable. We’ve all been there – a few mimosas, a shared basket of beignets and a huge helping of eggs benedict can all but chain you to the couch for the rest of the afternoon in a breakfast food-induced coma. And then your Sunday becomes an endless chain of reality TV shows after which you beat yourself up mentally not being more productive with your day.

But then the clouds part, and there’s Lumiere du Mile End. For just $8.95 on the weekend they serve up an amazing Vegan brunch that is packed with fresh and inventive food that doesn’t weigh you down or break the bank. It’s destined to be a weekend tradition in this casa, where one inhabitant is a vegan and the other a vegetarian. The difference? Pizza & the occasional scoop of ice cream. I just can’t do without it.

Our brunch was a shepherds pie with a risotto and fresh green salad. I devoured every bit of it, and then purchased a perfect coconut macaroon.

thou shalt not complaineth

I’m turning 30 this year, and one of the things that I’ve resolved to do as I wiggle my way into adulthood is to not whine on about the mundane crap that everyone and I mean EVERYONE complains about. Specifically, the weather, and how tired I am. Correction – how tired we all are. Everyone everywhere is tired in some form or fashion, we all know it, we all live it, so let’s stop lamenting. Additionally, no one thinks that 7 degrees (Celsius y’all, I live in Canada now) and rain/sleet/hail/”snow pellets” ALL WEEK LONG is good weather. It’s awful and errrrybody knows it.

So let’s just repeat this a few times:  I will not complain about the weather. I will not complain about the weather. I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT THE WEATHER!

Instead, let’s all go put on about forty layers of clothing and our rain boots and go outside and have ourselves a crackin’ good time. And hey, if you’re feeling really low, take the metro! It’s always warm down there.

Anything else we should add to the “Do not complain about” list?