Montreal

My weekend to Montreal was AH-mazing!

It started with a sunny Friday which made the idea of the 5.5 hour that much more bearable. I even got to ride shot gun! (PhD's bf got stuck in the back while she drove) As both PhD and I are, as they say, starving students, we bunked in at the bf's sisters house. The two other members of the trip (which included RC) took the train and were forced to stay in a $200 a night hotel (those boys have real jobs). Sister is the chef at a fantabulous restaurant, Cavalli, and was able to get us a last minute reso. And we dined.

Oh, how we dined.

Free bottle service. Free appitizers. Free pasta. Half price entrays. Free desserts (there were too delicious to turn down, even though I was stuffed to the brim!)

I could try to describe the oysters, tuna tar tar, octopus, tempura shrimp, truffle lace mac & cheese, lobster, seabass, creme brulee, and homemade icecream. But there is no way I do it justice. Just know that every bit was a magical taste sensation.

Worth every blister my poor feet sustained by strapping on last years sexy wedges for the first time.

I believe RC attempted his personal brand of hitting on me. However he may not have been, he is kind of ambiguous. Either way he was brushed off, poor awkward-around-girls guy.

The rest of the weekend included cheering for the Habs (which was remarkably like cheering for the leafs, but slightly more fun as we had clackers to make an obnoxious amount of noise.) and watching the UFC fights (which I have yet to decide if I dispise of am indifferent to).

There was very little site seeing which I will have to rectify the next time I make it to Canada's little piece of Europe.