Cold photography and hot coffee…
…or maybe I thought a 21o day would mean a 20o evening. D’OH!
Well, this one was taken 2 minutes after the game ended. I was on Mont Royal avenue with a friend, we came out of the coffee shop and heard cheers. Obviously, there’s a hockey game on and Mont Royal has two dozen little bars.
Please wipe your feet when you enter…and also when you exit.
As you probably know, at three minutes before the end, Bruins scored, making it 5-4 for the win. The next three minutes, I was on the sidewalk with Valerie and half a dozen strangers watching the game. Inside the bar, you had a giant tv and a Habs fan for every seat. We were just passing by, stopped to catch the last few moments of the game.
Damn. We’ll win it in the seventh game at home. Monday, we win.
The photo trip started after work. Yes, we both work on Saturday. So we headed for Mont Royal (the mountain).
Nice day with mild winds, but once we reached the mountain top, the sun was coming down and that damned wind wouldn’t let up.
Damn shame too, because we got there for magic hour. We were just under-dressed to appreciate it.
Luckily, there’s a “cottage” up there too, with bathrooms and vending machines.
We had planned to take the bus up the mountain and walk back down, but since we met up at 6pm, it was already late and cold up there. We ended up taking the bus back to the metro.
Once on St.Denis street, we realised we both liked shish taouks, so we headed for Amir. They had a big tv with the game on-the staff kept watching the screen and screwing up the orders. This was in the middle of the second period, the score was even at that time. Yes, the lebanese-canadians also love the Habs.
Valerie was getting into the game, getting excited, so she suggested we get out of here and away from the tv. Coffee. Let’s get some coffee. Fine.
We headed east on Mont Royal. Van Houtte? Nope, I boycot Van Houtte, they suck. So we keep on walking, we pass a Second Cup and a Starbucks. She doesn’t like those, too expensive and too American. I didn’t say anything.
So on the next street east, he had our coffee at a Tim Hortons. We both like Tim Hortons. That’s when it struck me: You have a coffee shop at every corner on Mont Royal. Hm. That, in itself, says something about our cultural elite who live there, doesn’t it?
Fine. Let them pay too much for their coffee. What do I care?