You know when you spend too much time with someone, that you start mimicking each other’s mannerisms and tendencies? Example: if you live in a country where locals have an accent long enough, you’ll come back home sounding like an idiot? Like how Madonna spent a summer in England and started speaking with a British accent that led to her and the Queen having synchronized menzies? That being said, I found myself in the east end the other day, HONGRY, and decided to pay a visit to a joint I haven’t been to in a while – one of the very few places would I ever pronounce the silent “g” in sandwich.
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Food
French fries and French toast, my mussels spoke French too – Restaurant Leméac
by Jason
written by Jason
I’m not even going to pretend that I’m not glad the snow is melting and the weather is getting nicer, but what I’m not excited about is the unthawing of the mounds and piles of dog shit my neighbour leaves on our front lawn. Born and raised in Montreal, you’d think that either I’ve gotten used to this or at least tolerate it. I do tolerate the snow, just not the regression of humanity when it starts snowing during rush hour and idiot drivers kiss each others ass and crawl through red lights in solidarity with the car in front of them. I took the opportunity on a rare sunny and warm March day to go out and breath in the ranky air and take advantage of the sun.
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I had the opportunity to visit Soupson – a depanneur that’s not your regular porno mag, cigarettes and 3 year past the expiration-date cup noodle kind of Dep. This part-time luncheonette is doing something completely out of the ordinary. Soupson prepares wholesome and healthy lunches, salads and sandwiches of meats roasted in-store and flavour of the day soups… all the while selling really interesting products, local and imported as well as carefully selected fresh produce. Wait… Did I just say SANDWICHES?! Let it be known, I’m a big ho for sandwiches. With vocabulary that include words like BREAST,BUN, and SPREAD, how is it possible to not have a dirty mind when you think of one of the most practical lunch options… and when it’s done properly, who can blame me, I mean you, I mean “one”, for getting a little turned on about a sandwich?