One a Day

Why is there a Boston pizza in Queens.  That’s fucking terrible.  I lived in Boston for three years and it took me all that time to find pizza that was even edible.

First day back is always the hardest.  Hard to focus, mind is still on vacation.

There are times when you find yourself in a bathtub with your camera taking pictures of the fire escape in your back yard, realizing that the light from the window is nicer than the light hitting the fire escape.  Then you start thinking about how in the next two weeks you have to pack up all your shit and move and you don’t  even have boxes yet.  Its gonna be a bumpy ride.

Back to reality.  In about a week we’ve been in seven states(province).  We stayed in Montreal, Portland, and Boston.  Four days of lounging and then three or four traveling in spurts.  It was loads of fun, but now it feels like I need a vacation after my vacation.

We were running a little crazy these past few days so now I’m playing catch up.  Driving past my old restaurant brought back a lot of old memories.

First day of vacation that was waterlogged.  Had to spend the whole day inside until dinner.  Thanks to Dee and Stacy for the hospitality and good times as always.

Northern Vermont and New Hampshire were beyond gorgeous. If I wasn’t in such a rush I would have stopped half a hundred times. But when I saw  a fog rising from the treetops I couldn’t resist stopping.

Robyn and I went to the Jean-Talon Market yesterday, before going on a mildly disastrous(and completely unsuccessful) bike ride to the peak of Mt. Royal(we only made it to the park by the base)  I would have liked to have made it to the market on a Saturday to take pictures.  I could really imagine this place being packed to the brim.  We got some fresh strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries with the intent of having a little picnic.  We ended up getting lost(I ended up getting a little lost.)  There were train tracks that I was unaware of, that cause us to end up going on a long detour through the city in the wrong direction.  Also the first rent a bike that I ended up getting had a completely mangled front tire.  And I didn’t realize it until we were a good ten minutes from the hub.  We ended up having a late dinner at Bouillon Bilk.  It was amazing.  Not as hearty and down to earth at Les ConServant, but still delicious.  We had Raw Oysters and Octopus as an appetizer, then Robyn had the most amazing scallops I’ve ever had for her entree. I had Piglet with tiny heirloom mushrooms and tart tomatoes with corn and I don’t know what else, but it was amazing.  We finished up with this chocolate cake concoction with foam on it and a jar or warm homemade cookies.  I feel like I’ve been rambling a bit, and we really need to check out of the hotel and begin the next leg of our trip.  Portland here we come.
Bonus Market:

So many crepes… I wish I had taken my camera to dinner with us last night.  We ate a proper meal in the more French neighborhood of Montreal last night.   Foie Gras, Deer Tartar, Duck Confit pasta, and steak frites.  Oh and bacon caramel fresh doughnuts and some chocolate and creme concoction.

So many crepes… I wish I had taken my camera to dinner with us last night.  We ate a proper meal in the more French neighborhood of Montreal last night.   Foie Gras, Deer Tartar, Duck Confit pasta, and steak frites.  Oh and bacon caramel fresh doughnuts and some chocolate and creme concoction.