There, see? I do knit! Surrounded by the detritus of the paper I just finished writing, is my new knitting project, the Sleeveless Tuxedo Shirt. My tension, perhaps reflecting my lack of knitting over the past few weeks, is wildly off. Good thing this is in Hempathy, so I can plead the rustic defence. Anyway, if I'm even half as cute as the model in Interweave, it will be an adorable top to toss on when it's hot.
I had dinner with Frances at Boustan today. Boustan is a Lebanese place on Crescent which has a very nice sign, and very surly and indifferent service. Boustan is also rumored to have been a favourite of Trudeau's, the kind of apocryphal legend which is often better than a good review for keeping your business afloat. I eat there when I want Lebanese, but when I want to look like I care more than just a trip to Basha. I have to have my Lebanese fix, you know. If I never move again from the Montreal/Ottawa area, it will be because I can't bear to be away from my pickled turnips and shawarma meat. Sure, the rest of the time I could live in, I don't know, Sweden, on lingonberries and those little wholesome grain crackers, but I need my garlic and spice dose once every two weeks. Montreal just won't drive me off yet with its weather.
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Trudeau clearly had good taste. Boustan is amazing. It makes me wish Lebanese food was on every menu.
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