Coming back from a cross-country ski trip this weekend, I planned on making rabbit caccitore, nothing better after a day or two in the "semi" cold. Get into town, and my friend and I decide that a bottle of red wine would be in order. Head over to the SAQ express on Mont-Royal, too late to buy a baguette anywhere but in a grocery store (sawdust packed in a crust, really), and then head next door to the liquor store.
We couldn't believe our eyes when we got there: there was an actual line-up of folks waiting to get in, along with a security guard cum bouncer at the door, letting only a certain number of people in at a time. I flashed back to news reports of Soviet Russia, where those fine citizens would wait for hours for their vodka, pair of shoes, bread, etc. Regardless, got home, made the rabbit--which was excellent, btw--and spent the rest of the evening sprawled in front of videos of my latest fixation, Buffy.
posted by Michel @ 9:23 AM
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