I know I’ve made fun of Vegans before on my blog, don’t get me wrong, dietary choices are everyone’s right and freedom of choice and I’m not one to discriminate or judge ANYONE based on what they will or won’t eat… but c’mon… “VEGANS”. Bahahaha, man, I crack myself up sometimes. You can’t blame me [...]
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Tis the season where everyone gives the winter coats and snow boots a big middle finger and tell snowboarders and skiers to suck it. Spring has sprung and a soon prevailing winds will blanket the city in the aroma of manure from farmers planting their crops from south of the city. I know it’s gross [...]
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If you know me, then you’ll I’m as Hipster as they come; you can often find me foraging for wild berries and bitters on the north-side of Mount Royal, wheeling up next to the bike bath on my fixie because I’m THAT ironic. But if you really know me well enough, you’d know I’m fluent [...]
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When I was doing the rounds for Poutine Week, I had to opportunity to try some of Montreal’s most creative spin on our favourite dish, the poutine. Some were totally out of control-over the top where you’d be forced to reschedule your next doctor’s appointment in shame and then there were some that bordered on [...]
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As you may or may not been made aware, but the past week was Montreal’s first Poutine week. Seven glorious days filled with French fries, cheese curds, brown gravy, guilt and regrets. We witnessed 30 restaurants scattered around Montreal single-handedly take responsibility for depleting the Lipitor reserve of the East Coast of North America all [...]
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Montreal in 1967 was a peculiar place to be. The city was sitting on the cusp of modernization that would usher Montreal into a technological birth that saw the city being carved out to make way for our famous metro system, the Expos, Lego like condo structures and a concrete snake called the Ville Marie. [...]
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People get hungry and need to find good places to eat... I am people, and here are the places I've found. This is a log of my endeavors set forth to discover the hidden gems of the city I call home, Montreal. I vow to not leave one hot pot lid unturned, snail shell hollowed, or souvlaki foil emptied until I can safely say that I ate my way across Montreal. It's a big claim, but it's one I'm making.
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