(August 23, 2015 at 7:07 pm)MTL Wrote:(August 23, 2015 at 6:25 pm)Pyrrho Wrote: It seems we have several things in common. I love opera and Montréal. I have never been able to get a baguette in the U.S. that compares with what is commonly available there. I even sought out a supposedly French bakery in the U.S. that is run by immigrants from France, who have a thick French accent. My theory is they were deported from France due to their bad baguettes. As for my avatar:
From the link, it is evidently adapted from a Greek vase painting. I have a fondness for ancient Greece.
Edited to add:
I see while I was searching for the relevant posts, you posted again, making much of this unnecessary.
Sorry, I probably should have replied to your last post, instead of adding onto my own!!
Then you would have seen it.
but I like the avatar, regardless.
I am by no means an expert on opera, but I am certainly open to it.
Do you have any favourites?
Montreal is also known for its bagels, which differ from the standard New York style of bagel.
Montreal is very proud of its unique bagels.
They are mainly in either sesame seed or poppy seed,
but the style with which they are made is different,
and they look different too.
Two good bagel shops to try in Montreal are both in the Plateau neighborhood;
one is called St-Viateur Bagel, the other is called Fairmount Bagel.
And if you've never had a real Montreal poutine, you should try that, too.
La Banquise is best, but you can get lots of good poutine all over Montreal.
But go easy....it's delicious and it's easy to pack on the pounds quickly!
Especially in the cold Montreal winters.
Sorry bud but the real poutine came from Moncton NB. Which is the most truly bilingual city in Canada. It's actually a pretty crazy thing when you walk by random people in a grocery parking lot and they one is speaking in English and the other replies in french and this goes on like its nothing.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
