Quebec Articles
Montreal Through Colored Glasses – Montreal, Quebec, CanadaAfter what happened, Steven Jarvis is surprised to hear what his friend said about the French in Quebec.
Right Hand Man – Shawinigan, Quebec, Canada
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Ratebeer.com editor Josh Oakes takes on a five-day Quebec brewpub odyssey.
Four Dollars and a Microwave – Montreal, QuebecOne good story and two hours of sweatshop labor later, Kyle MacDonald emerges triumphant.
Montreal, Canada – September 1999This is my first dispatch for BootsnAll, and unfortunately it comes at the end of the summer (summer being the best time to be here). Regardless, this city is alive and well year ’round, so here goes.
September Festivals
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Montreal, Canada – October 1999Montréal is bursting with colour in October. The trees in the parks and on the mountain (in the middle of the city) are ablaze with yellow, crimson, and yes, green, and the weather is turning cooler so people are starting to wear clothes again!
The city’s extraordinary summer party and festival life is waning and the [...]
Montreal, Canada – November 1999T.S. Eliot was wrong – April is not the cruelest month, at least not in Montréal, where that honor belongs to November.
November. That cruel angry month that comes after the colorful transition of October, but before the festive year-end of December. Those vicious thirty days when the last warmth of summer lies dead under [...]
Montreal, Canada – March 2000As I write this, the air outside my apartment is breaking a record for warmth, despite the fact that this was also close to the snowiest February on record, and a mere week-and-a-half ago one couldn’t even walk the unplowed streets without snow shoes.
Three snowstorms in short succession had buried the city, and it [...]
Montreal, Canada – January 2000The editors at BootsnAll are, no doubt, annoyed at the lateness of this dispatch. My first column of the new millennium and it arrives a third of the way into the month. To make amends, I will promise not to use the word “millennium” again until the year 2999.
In my defense, however, I will offer [...]
I sit here in my toasty apartment, gazing out the window at the deep snow and the frigid pedestrians slogging to and fro and wonder why anyone would visit this fair burgh in February. The answer, aside from the esoteric for which only those oddballs deplaning icy widebodies at Dorval airport can tell, can [...]
