That weekend is upon us where the years of nagging and overbearingness is celebrated and rewarded with bushels of flowers, heartfelt store-bought cards that express everything you want to say but can’t muster up the words in silent shame of not meeting expectations of being a doctor or lawyer having spent hours of being birthed [...]
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The west end of Montreal isn’t really known as a gastronomic hub of the city, minivans and running idling cars in front school-yards, yoga pants and UGGS line the streets and decent food is hard to come by that isn’t prepackaged by the grocery store or comes out of a cafe. Being my hood, I’ve [...]
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What are we Montrealers known for, particularly on the weekends? I mean besides hitting up tamtams on the mountain in the summer and spark up a big fat… intellectual discussion on foreign policies and international trade. We love food; and what kind of food? The kind that we break the fast with. Unless you wake [...]
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September 1st through 7th marks the inaugural Montreal’s Burger week – where over twenty restaurants peppered around the city are bound by competition to grill it out to claim Montreal’s “Best Burger”. Fuck your diet because there are vegetarian options on the official roster. There are only two types of people in this world who [...]
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When I ask people for recommendations or ask their opinion of what was the best “…” they’ve had, more often than none, the most common answer (no matter what it is I’m asking about) is, “My mom makes the best”. Ok, listen, unless you’re going to get your mom to make me that magical whatever-it-is [...]
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Ah spring break. My fondest memories of spring break consist of locations that usually included a beach, a lot of fighting between my sisters and I, hitting, scratching, yelling, crying, spitting and threats from our father of it being our last family vacation ever. I pity those who now celebrate “spring break” which their learning [...]
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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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