Dear English-speaking readers, this page is an automatic Google translation from a post originally written in French. My apologies for the weird sentences and the funny mistakes that could have been generated during the process. If you can read French, the original and correct version can be found here:
For once, I'm not in Asia. And I will not make bubbles under water. No, I crossed the Atlantic for a week-long getaway to Montreal ...
And for once, someone was waiting for me at the airport. My fellow Quebecois Marie-Julie Gagnon picked me up on the plane jump, Sunday night, and taken away eat a poutine.
A poutine in La Banquise
Poutine? Great gastronomy ...: lol:
Fries and cheese droppings, drizzled with brown sauce. It took a met of choice to celebrate our meeting ...
We were so happy to finally see ourselves, "in real life", after our long virtual exchanges, blogs, tweets and mails interposed! Despite the fatigue of the trip and the time difference, I let myself "kidnap" with immense happiness, for this first evening in Quebec.
In addition, as Marie-Julie does not do things by half, I had the opportunity to be initiated to this supreme culinary refinement in a Montreal institution, famous for its poutine: The ice. The establishment is so famous, that even on a Sunday night, people line up for their portion of spongy fries.
I confess: more than the content of my plate, I savored the place, the moment, the atmosphere. And then I like the feeling of total phase shift when you just got off the plane ... In addition, I was hungry.
In the warm hubbub of the conversations, vibrating cheerfully with the accent of Quebec, I swallowed it with a good heart, my poutine.
But never, in undertaking this trip across the Atlantic, I would have imagined finish on YouTube to enjoy live this meteor of choice. Thank you Marie-Julie! ! !
Added October 11, 2009
Discover my mini-portrait sketched by Marie-Julie, when I arrived at the Montreal airport, in her other blog In transit on MSN.ca: