At a café named simply: ” Smiling ” (yes, in English!?) the proprietor offered me a giant glass of beer when I told him I once lived in Montreal. It seems that, back when he was a sailor, he was aboard a ship that was iced-in at Quebec City for six months… TRAPPED! I don’t know if I believe that shuddersome story or not, but I drank the beer anyway. Amstel, I think it was? Free – but yuck.
He makes a pretty good salad there at Smiling, but the coffee is mediocre. The owner and I talked about ice & snow for a while, but I spent the whole time distracted by the idea of making a band name from the present participle of a verb. Or, in the right context, a gerund. But not The Gerunds.
A Smiling burger.
No, they don’t serve burgers.