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August 17, 2017

I’m back!

Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S. we are.

And as much as I’m going to miss being walking distance from so many great International cuisines, there’s a certain comfort from even the simple things. Like having speed limit signs posted in miles per hour, instead of kilometers.

But this is the end of my big summer trips. Yes, I expect there to be a few more day trips. I’ve got a new nephew in Manhattan I need to visit. Next week I’m going to drop the kids off in Scranton to see their grandparents. Then I’ll pick them back up again in Corning.

Now is the time to squeeze as much out of the remaining summer as possible. On the subject of getting every last fun out of a very short period of time, our last day in Canada was interesting for a couple of reasons.

Remember how I said that the trip to Montreal had been devoid of the culinary classics?

Well that all changed in the last few hours. But the most surprising thing was that Mrs. Fussy was the one hell bent on getting a fix of Schwartz’s smoked meat and Montreal bagels.

I was kind of shocked. After days of me keeping the trip kid focused, and making a conscious effort to not drag everyone around to wherever the current best version of any given food was being prepared, Mrs. Fussy really wanted to walk to Schwartz’s from McGill.

My only stipulation was that on the way out of town, we stop at the poutine shack Choptsticks Optional recommended.

The walk was lovely. And I know Shwartz’s typically has a line. But I was fairly confident that between 2:30 and 3p on a weekday that the line would be minimal.

It wasn’t.

Forty five minutes after arriving, we were finally sitting down. The smoked meat was lovely. As expected, Little Miss Fussy enjoyed it. Young Master Fussy, not so much.

But the tears started when they found out we weren’t headed back home afterwards.

Instead, we were off to Fairmont Bagel. But full of smoked meat and feeling the need to eat the bagel, I just couldn’t bring myself to eat the gnocchi from the window next door that came highly recommended. Nor could we wait in another line for the ice cream vendor on that block which seemed to be held in very high esteem. Fortunately, it was late enough in the day that Wilensky’s Light Lunch was closed, and thus offered no similar temptations.

The two things the kids had been promised for our final day in Canada were morning donuts at Tim Horton’s and ice cream at Cafe Buon Giorno in Square Dorchester. We had attempted and failed to get ice cream at this lovely stone cafe, situated in a patch of greenery, multiple times over the course of the trip. Mostly because we kept getting there after closing. So I was determined to make this happen.

Despite running later than expected, we made it. The cafe was just out of vanilla and chocolate ice cream. Now it was Little Miss Fussy who was disheartened, but she made the best of her black cherry ice cream. Mrs. Fussy ordered a sangria, which she enjoyed, and I just sat and took in the scenery.

I was saving myself for poutine.

Man, I almost forgot how much fun it is to eat squeaky curds covered in hot gravy and served over fries. But it is the squeaky curds that make it fun. And for whatever reason, nobody I know has seemed to be able to find anything that comes close in the U.S.

Thanks to Chopsticks Optional for sharing this find.

Montreal was great. Nobody wanted to leave. And yes, the drive isn’t that long. But it is long enough that making the haul feels like a big deal. Still, I’m thinking that after this experience, maybe the family can sneak away on some Saturday to make a day trip. Perhaps after Little Miss Fussy gets her orthodontics off, and can finally have a piece of the dragon’s beard candy from Chinatown.

We’ll see.

But for the time being, I’m busy here at home. Tonight is Third Thursday Tavern Time, Saturday is the Tour de Homemade Hard Ice Cream, Sunday we’re off to the Altamont Fair, and next Friday I’m judging a whiskey sour competition at Savoy Taproom. But more on that later.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. Doug permalink
    August 17, 2017 10:27 am

    Fairmont?? Heresy…

  2. -R. permalink
    August 17, 2017 10:29 am

    You’re correct – the drive to Montreal isn’t that bad, and it amazes me when people say they’ve never been. We’ve taken to using YUL (Montreal International Airport) as our primary foreign gateway when going over the Atlantic. The fares are so much cheaper than flying out of the US, there’s no TSA, the airport is efficient, long term parking is cheap, the customs people are actually pleasant (and there’s enough of them), you don’t have the traffic nightmare that is JFK, Newark or Boston and having Paris as your connecting hub airport is a nice option. We’ll be passing through in a couple of weeks on our way to Ravenna, Bologna, Parma and Modena. Oh yes, there will be food.

  3. August 17, 2017 6:16 pm

    Yay glad you got to eat the poutine!! I honestly hate when the cheese is squeaky lol

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