This weekend I took a jaunt to Montreal, driving up in a Subaru (predictable). On the way up, we played a variety of fun car games, including one where we designed sentences that would be difficult for the driver of the car to say (Ian has a hard time saying the th sound). The humor of the game faded as we waited about an hour crossing into Canada.

This is not my first time in Montreal, so I strutted the French speaking streets with confidence. That confidence faded when I quickly realized not speaking the language is a quick way to be identified as a tourist. The group hit up Saint Catharine for dinner, and since most hadn’t eaten since the morning, the choice was a carb heavy Italian meal. Ste. Catharine is the main commercial artery of the city and runs through the majority of the island. While Gucci, Saint Laurent, and other designers populate the street towards the downtown area, we roamed the portion lying within the Latin Quarter. While not the most formal or clean neighborhood, it is lively and fun at all times of night for the youth crowd.

No trip to Montreal is complete without eating completely indulgent food, and so we all ate a gigantic breakfast near La Fontaine park. While I ordered both crepes and a breakfast sandwich (the bread was French Toast), others ordered ridiculous egg dishes that looked amazing.

While I couldn’t find any pictures of the city or my group that would add to this blog post in a constructive way, here is a picture that most closely resembled my breakfast sandwich.