Chris Fehnel only laughs at his own jokes

My brothers have been bugging me for awhile, saying that I needed to go see what Montreal had to offer. So now that my brother, Ryan, is getting married, we decided to take a quick weekend jaunt up there.

They weren’t lying, Montreal is a very nice city. The traffic was almost non-existent, the people were cool (for the most part), and the food was delicious. The city seemed very safe. Girls were walking around by themselves early in the morning, and I didn’t feel the least bit worried for them.

The food was perhaps one of the best things in the city. I had to try poutine, since Mike Stickel raved about it. I thought it looked extremely gross in pictures and did not seem at all appetizing. We asked the hotel man where the best poutine was in the city and he directed us to a little place, so we took our empty stomachs not knowing to expect. I was weary of the “curd” because I had no clue as to what it would taste like, but all worries were relieved after the first bite. The gravy was absurdly tasty and the curd didn’t have a strong taste. It had a great texture, though, which was pretty close to mozzarella cheese. Why can’t this be part of the menu of American culture? Man, it’s good, really really good.

Also, the crepes we had on Sunday morning were choice. They were massive, filled with Nutella and topped with fresh strawberries and bananas. They were excellent and filling. Did I mention filling?

We also did a hike up Mount Royal, which was extremely slushy, but, in the end, worth it. The view of the city was excellent, especially since the sun came out and the visibility increased. The slide back down the hill was quite a bit faster.

Overall, it was an excellent trip, and I would love to go again when it was a little warmer. It wasn’t too cold (near the mid-50’s for the day on Saturday), but I’m sure it would be an even lovelier city with some things in bloom.

You can check out the photo set of the trip here.