In case you’ve been sleeping, Montreal is currently in the thick of Restaurant week aka TasteMTL, where the city is seeing over 100 restaurants offering table d’hôte menus at three extremely friendly prices. Recently voted as one of North America’s Best Food Festivals by Foder’s Travel, this second edition of this eleven day restaurant extravaganza has big shoes… I mean stomachs… I mean plates to fill.
I recently found out that I have a lost-long relative that I didn’t know existed. I’d love to say that we reunited on some daytime talk show where I was brought on as a guest to discuss the perks and perils of the blogging world and the audience member who asks me a question turns out to be the person I’m related to. Then after a brief tear-fest we’re whisked away backstage where we’re left to reconnect on a sofa where paternity tests and out of control teens once met their fates. Unfortunately no. In fact, the person I thought I was related to wasn’t even really a person… more than it was just the name of a restaurant.
Ever since I can remember, our family, nieghbours, strangers and anyone we can unload leftovers on, have always celebrated all holidays, festivities and other reasons to drink with my mom’s signature turkey. I mean, let’s be honest, what’s more festive that slaughtering one of the largest domesticated feathered fowl friends. What makes my mom’s roast turkey so special you ask? My mom’s turkey is Chinese. That’s right, my mom’s turkey gobbles and clucks in Chinese with an accent that’s almost indistinguishable from the American kind with a southern twang.