Montreal: Première Partie
It was only after all the preparations had begun that my loved ones informed me that they didn’t actually think I would get tickets and so on, as I had been claiming I was going ‘this year’ for years. In short their agreement to accompany me was disingenuous at best.
So I sold the tickets online and tried to find something else to do with my time off. Having long been a fan of poutine and smoking to much, I decided that Montreal would be a decent balm for my tattered dreams.
Since I was renting a hotel instead of sleeping in a park I looked for the cheapest dive I could find.
Hotel Bon Accueil fit the bill nicely.
It is located at the intersection of Montreal`s latin quarter and its gay quarter so it is one of the most festive places on the planet.
I called ahead and got Sofian the concierge to arrange a surprise for my wife, the plan was perfect, assuming we arrived at the appointed time in the afternoon.
We arrived at the hotel several hours early and nothing was ready, so we ended up being placed in another room for a few hours while they scrambled.
Some time later in the evening it became apparent that without food we may die. We took a walk down St. Catherines, beneath the pink lights strung across the street and found a small chicken shack.
This place turned out to be the highlight of my trip, I am still baffled by the existence of Swiss Chalet and KFC in a world with St. Hubert.
They are responsible for producing the finest powdered gravylike substance known to frenchman.