Our plan for Friday was brunch, shopping, and relaxing at the pool. For this post, let’s listen to “Who Even Cares” by Little Simz.
On the way over to Maman, we walked by the hostel I stayed at the last time I was in Montreal. I remember hanging out with Mike when Baron called me to say he was lost somewhere in Old Town. As this was before Google Maps, Mike had to figure out where Baron was on a physical map, and then we frantically searched for him on foot. Mike spotted Baron wandering around a park. We ran up to Baron and started jumping up and down and cheering hysterically. Ah, the good old days.
Maman wasn’t busy, but we still had to wait half an hour before our server took our order. Envy ordered Papa’s Breakfast Bowl with an extra egg ($20.50) and a Cold Brew ($5). Emerald picked the Dejeuner Mamam Sandwich ($19) and a Latte ($6.75), and I wanted the Sandwich Isabelle ($17) and a glass of water.
Emerald and Envy enjoyed their food, while I thought my zucchini and brie sandwich was bland, despite a heavy sprinkling of salt and pepper. The water tasted stale. The salad was tasty, fresh, with a vibrant dressing.
We went shopping along St. Catherine Street, where I learned not only does Emerald overpack, but she’s also a shopaholic. She bought more clothes on this trip than I own. Envy brought the right amount of clothing and found a stunning dress at Holt Renfrew. Unfortunately, the salesperson left the security tag on her dress, which she discovered right before we left for Calgary. I under-packed and needed more clothes, but I couldn’t find anything. Instead, I bought four pairs of black socks on the trip.
Emerald and I checked out the pool and hot tub when we returned. Then I went with Envy for a coffee and a trip to Shoppers to purchase sparkling water and snacks. Emerald found a fantastic coffee shop, where I discovered my new favourite drink, iced coffee by Faro. When we were at Shoppers, Envy pop out of an aisle and rushed over to me. She looked anxious, which was unlike her. I asked her if she was okay. She responded, “There’s a creepy guy in here. Let’s go.”
When we left, I finally got the tea. Some guy walked up to Envy and asked if she spoke English. She said yes, thinking he needed help. He asked, “How does it feel to be the most beautiful woman in the room?” When I stopped laughing, I asked how she responded. Envy retorted, “Really?!?” and then stormed off. I told her if I were there, I would have told him he was insensitive to say such a thing when I was also in the room.
I found Montreal unpleasantly hot, as the humidity makes me feel overly warm and muggy. Despite the heat, I still wore my Swedish tights because I like how the material feels. For dinner, we visited L’Orignal, a spot Envy wanted to scope out.
We started with cocktails, Pineapple Rum Punch ($14), Oyster Caesar ($18), and a Cucumber Caesar ($13). The manager helped Envy pick a bottle of white wine, Chablis la Chablisie ($75). They went back and forth talking about a flavour characteristic Envy doesn’t care for, but I couldn’t follow the conversation because I was feeling woozy.
Envy noticed I looked unwell and said we could cab home right away. Then she told me to go take my stockings off. I went to the washroom and felt a whoosh of incredible relief once I removed my stockings. I felt like a new woman. Envy shook her head and said she suspected I was overheating because I was wearing too many clothes. I called L that night to tell him about my near-death experience, and he wondered if Envy ever got tired of being everyone’s mother.
Once I took my tights off, my appetite returned. We shared a Kale Salad ($16), which we all thought was very good. The kale was soft and well-seasoned with a creamy dressing. For our mains, I ordered Bison Burger ($28) with Poutine ($8), Envy picked the Tagliatelle ($30) and Envy ordered the day’s plate, Halibut ($45).
My burger was delicious. The patty was charred and crunchy inside, while the meat remained juicy. I would get the burger again. Emerald and Envy liked the poutine more than I did, as I found the fries soggy. Emerald’s portion of pasta looked so small, but she said it was the perfect portion.
While we were there, the restaurant was only a quarter filled. Envy thought it would be more fun later at night when it was busier. Overall, I enjoyed our meal and particularly the service at L’Orignal. Unlike the other restaurants, we were constantly checked on and received our food promptly. Hitting the Sauce gives L’Original service two phat thumbs up.
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