La Belle Province
This past weekend I tagged along with The Elwins to Montreal. It was my first visit home in about 6 months, since Christmas. It was only 48 hours, but it was so needed, and I was lucky to fit in a slew of wonderful things (and wonderful people) while I was there.
Pop Montreal threw a Spring event in Little Italy, so when I arrived in town (on 2 hours sleep, after a 6 hour drive) to an absolutely blue sky and settled down in the park to wait for friends and family to arrive for the boys’ set – well, I couldn’t have picked a lovelier homecoming. As days go, it was a stunner, and so many faces I love made an appearance – including a surprise run-in with Jen and Milo, who I’d yet to meet outside of instagram. What a cutie!
The highlight of Sunday was my ‘date’ with an amazing lady named Anile. Anile was, strangely, my baby-sitter when I was 6 years old, and we’ve reconnected (if you can even call it that) through the magic of the internet, in particular, through instagram. We discovered we have a lot in common, and as it turns out, when you’re not a 6 year old, an age gap doesn’t really mean all that much. So now, we’re best buds forever – thanks instagram!
Anile took me to this great little restaurant in the plateau called ‘Icehouse’, for tacos and lobster rolls and bourbon lemonade. It was exactly the right mix of delicious food and relaxed atmosphere and being outside – the perfect summer restaurant.
I felt like we could have walked and talked for days and not run out of things to say – it was an epic first date, complete with sharing an ice cream at Ripples (the best ice cream in Montreal as far as I’m concerned – we had a ‘Cabane A Sucre’… maple ice cream with a maple syrup swirl and maple sucre bits YUM) and an a beautiful sunset over St Laurent – it was the dreamiest. The only bummer was that Kevin and Anile’s lovely husband Christian weren’t around to witness our lovefest. I hope to visit A&C and their amazing dog Panda at their Hudson home soon – I have fantasies of a weekend in the country, making dinner together and drinking wine and long talks late into the evening (hint hint nudge nudge). Can you tell I’m all in love?
Kicking around my parents place, hanging out with my dog Tucker and my brother Daniel, and mentally putting tags on my folk’s things. Mine Mine Mine. I actually hadn’t realized this when all their possessions were split amongst 3 floors when I was growing up, but they really have a pallet going on. What to be consistent in your design, parents!
For lunch we checked out Cafe Ellefsen, a Scandinavian cafe that opened up on St Zotique at St. Denis. It was lovely, and felt airy and light… I was mentally copying their design and trying to figure out how to incorporate it into my own home. Mom was brave and tried all of the smorrebrod, without much fuss (possibly because I didn’t tell her what we were eating). The lavender and asparagus soup was beautiful.
Monday evening I headed off to meet some friends at The Wheel Club, Canada’s premier old timey country western club, that we used to frequent when we were in CEGEP. It hasn’t changed much in 10 years, although it was busier than I remember it being. It was so wonderful to spend the night listening to some ol’ school country jams, drinking whisky and buckets of beers (4 for 12$) with some of my oldest and dearest, under the stars. Je T’aime, Wheel Club.
Tuesday was a rainy one, and the happiest kind of failed day. I met up with my dear old friend Tom (whom I also hadn’t seen in 5 or 7 years) and who I’d also reconnected with through the magic of instagram. We were meant to go to the spa on a boat (bota bota) but Tom forgot his trunks so we just ended up walking and talking and snapping iphone pics in the rain for hours. We decided we’d check out the other place I’d wanted to visit, Kazu, but of course, when we walked aaaaall the way back across the city, it was closed on Tuesdays. Of course. But just being with Tom was great, and we ended our visit at an old standby, Moe’s dinner for poutine.
Montreal – I need to come back to you soon.