Theo, American Staffordshire Bull Terrier (5 y/o), Boul St-Laurent, Montreal, QC, CAN • “He once saved a woman from being raped – we were 400 feet away and he ran because he heard screams. He pushed him over and waited with the woman while we waited for the police. He’s a superhero. He’s a tank without a turret.”
Lunch 🍞🔥 Avocado, lime, and chili flakes! I added plenty of coriander after taking this photo too. 📸🌱 I discovered that Heart Space Whole Foods sells freshly made artisan bread, delivered Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I picked up a sourdough boule for £3 this Thursday. It should last me a few days. 😋 Not a bad price for tasty small batch bread!
Ado= short for “adolescent”= teen Apéro = Short for “aperitif”. À poil = naked Appart = short for ‘appartement’= flat Aprem = Short for après-midi = afternoon Babiole = something worthless Bagnole = car Barjot = nutcase, insane person Ben =interj. for “well”. Often used at the beginning of a phrase, and followed by “oui” or “non” Bide = Stomach Bidon = Bad, false, ex: c'est une promesse bidon = this is a false promise Bite = Dick Blé (du blé, des sous, des ronds, du pognon, du fric) = money Bled = boondocks Bof =interj for 'not really’, 'i don’t like this’, 'let me think a while…’ Boule = slang for head, testicule, or ars / ass (vulgar), Bouffe= food Bouffer = to eat Bourrin = horse Bosser = to work Boulot = job Se casser = to leave ; “Casse-toi !”= “Go away !” Chier = to shit Les Chiottes = WC, toilets Chouraver = to steal Cinoche = Cinema to see a film Con (mas)= stupid Conne (fem) = stupid Connerie = crap Crever = to die, or to be exhausted adj., crevé(e),. As in “Je suis crevé(e)” = “I’m exhausted” La crève = a bad cold, Crever la dalle = be famish, be starving Cul = ass Débile = stupid Déconner= doing silly thing Dirlo = headmaster Enculer = To fuck La fac = short for “faculté”= University Faire chier = to annoy, to bother, ex: tu me fais chier = you are bothering me Faire la tête, faire la gueule = to pout, to sulk De la flotte = water Flics, keufs = police Foutre = to do or to make, or to put Ex: “Va te faire foutre” = “Go get fucked/Go fuck yourself” “Qu'est-ce que tu fous ?” = “What the hell are you doing?” “J'ai rien à foutre ici, avec toi” = “I have nothing to do here, with you” “J'en ai rien à foutre ” = “Je m'en fous” = “I don’t care” “Où est-ce que je l'ai foutu ?” = “Where did i put that?” Hyper = very, really, “Il peut être hyper attentionné ” = “ He can be very considerate ” Kiffer = to like, ex: Je kiffe la science = I like science Génial = awesome, great ex: tu es genial = you are awesome Gosse = Child Grave = stupid, ex: son père est grave = his father is stupid. Gueule = mouth Gueuler = to shout, to scream, ex: arrête de gueuler! = Stop shouting louper = to miss Machin = Stuff Mome, mioche, gosse, gamin, moutard = child Ouais = yes Piaule = room Piquer = to steal, to pick Pote = friend Se tirer, se casser = to go away Taff = job, task Taule= jail Truc = Stuff Tronche = face Type, mec = guy Vache = nasty ( but “Oh la vache” is an exclamation which means “damn”) Vachement = very ex: elle est vachement difficile= she is very difficult Zinzin = mad
JEAN ROYÈRE, Royère’s showroom in Beirut, Libanon, late 1940s, featuring Ours Polaire sofa and lounge chairs, Boule armchair, Bridge Écusson armchair and Sphère sofa table. Image from the book Jean Royère by Jacques Lacoste, Patrick Seguin and John Tittensor.
Akira, Shiba Inu (6 y/o), Boul St-Laurent & Avenue Laurier, Montreal, QC, CAN • “Every birthday I give him a grilled cheese sandwich. He’s scared of thunderstorms; he screams and tries to crawl into the wall.”
End of April… marks the end of finals. School’s out!… Well only for about 3 days until I go to summer school.
Nonetheless, gives me enough time to explore my city without any pressure from my academic responsibilities!
Today, my boyfriend and I were planning on having a lunch type date in the Mile end until our plans miserably failed when we realized our chosen restaurant wasn’t going to open for another 4 hours. We decided to hop on a random bus on the corner of the street since it was pouring like crazy and we didn’t feel like staying out in the rain. We got off a stop when we started feeling like we knew the neighbourhood and ended up in the Plateau… again.
After finding a place to eat, we decided to walk around some new areas in the Plateau we hadn’t discovered yet. Although it was raining, breathing in fresh air was so refreshing considering we had been locked in our room the past 3 weeks trying to stuff 5 courses worth of information in our heads.
I felt like I was in a European dramatic movie - walking in the rain with a little umbrella with my favourite person, discovering places with nothing else in mind. Queue the Parisienne music.
We suddenly stumbled upon an exotic looking shop on the corner of a street. From the outside looking in, while we were dripping with water, we could see plants and wine and bright lights and greenery and comfortable couches and… coffee! Sold.
We went into the coffee shop and was immediately warmed with welcomes from the waiter. A coffee shop - but a different kind at that. The first thing that caught my eye was with no hesitation the lights on the ceiling. I don’t really know what the letters spell out, but they sure look aesthetically pleasing so I rolled with it.
The section next to the windows was very casual with the couches. There were mini candles decorating each table and plants flowing around every corner, making the space extra inviting - battling the coldness of the weather outside. As the Jazz music was playing in the background, we took a seat on the couches, avoiding the tables since we didn’t have laptops since we didn’t have school. Emphasis on the comfort!!! No school equals we can sit on the nice couches and relax.
I saw students around me on their laptops still working very hard on their studies… accompanied with their glasses of wine instead of the usual latte. I liked it. I love coffee but i live for these different little details in shops.
Let me explain the wine though, because it is a very important part of this “coffee shop”. It’s not really a “coffee shop”. It’s a hybrid. Half coffee shop, half bar. You heard that right. It’s also a bar. Order food, order alcohol, order coffee - sit at the huge circular bar for a nice glass of wine or beer or anything else, or sit on the couches like me and still order your usual. I got a chai latte this time so I tried to be a bit different than my regular latte. And it was delicious! One of the best I’ve ever had.
I felt like I was in a different country in this cafe. With decorations like mini instruments on the walls, to the candles on the tables, to the vintage looking decor, I also felt like I was in a Jazz club. Everything was so perfectly shaped together.
I know I say I love all the cafes in Montreal - and I do, don’t get me wrong - but this place is really one of my favourites now. It made me feel like I’m in 1920s Paris and I lived for it. Next time, I’ll even dress for it.
Sometimes, your plans might go awry and your chosen restaurant will open only 4 hours later. However, sometimes… those moments are calls for better adventures and more exploration with improvisation. Let the rain guide you to beautiful shelters.