Well, we made it to Montreal and back again!
Thanks to a free flight from WestJet (since I share the same name as our newly-defeated Prime Minister), Mrs. Martin and I jetted off to Montreal for lunch yesterday.
“It was lovely, dahling!” he said, in his best Mr. Howell voice [hint: think Gilligan’s Island).
WestJet has some nice planes – leather seats, seat-back TV monitors with a cool link that tracks your current flight speed and altitude on a Google map.
“Let’s get this Boeing going,” said the Flight Attendant, who really should have had a job at Yuk Yuk’s or something. (For example: “In the event the cabin pressure should drop during the flight, $100 bills will drop from the overhead compartment.”) So, off we went.
I wish the cabin pressure had dropped.
The taxi to downtown from Dorval – Pierre Elliot Trudeau Airport ("P.E.T." as the Quebecers call it in their humorous way... ask someone who speaks French) cost $35. Our particular driver did not speak English and I didn’t try to speak French – this was for the sake of National unity. We made it anyway.
Once in the old city we walked all over.
Is it just me, or is Montreal the quietest city on the planet. You could hear people speaking in normal conversational tones two blocks away! It was oppressive! I felt like we were in the movie Truman or something. Anyway, lots of nice old buildings.
We ate at a little spot called "a propos..." and it was! Perfect lunch – smoked salmon on bagel with cream cheese... don’t ask me to write it in French.
After lunch we walked up to Rue St. Catherine, then McGill University, then some other street that I don’t remember. We peeked into a few nice hotels like the Ritz Carlton... they were nice, but give me the Royal York downtown Toronto any day.
Dinner was the highlight.
Even though we were only one of two couples in the entire restaurant, I had the best pasta I have ever eaten in my whole life (with apologies to all of the nice people that have served me pasta in their homes before!!). I mean, I cannot even describe to you how wonderful this was. It made me wonder about food in heaven...
By this point, our legs were getting tired, so we stayed in the lobby of the hotel where the restaurant was and sat by the fire. A calm ending to the day. The nice fellow at the hotel flagged us a cab which ended up being a limo which was really nice. That ride went too fast! The driver even shared his chocolates with us – okay, that was a little odd.
We got to the airport, boarded, waited for a new flight plan due to the inclement weather, taxied to the de-icing spot, and turned around and went back to the airport. The drunk on the back of the plane had vomited all over and was causing a fuss. Pleasant! So, they brought in two security dudes, two paramedics, one cop and a clean up crew. Then we de-iced, re-fueled, re-taxied, took off and landed in Toronto exactly two hours late.
But who cares (besides JLF81 the babysitter).... I was with my bride! My most favoritest person in the world.
Such is the life of the jet-set crowd!
P.S. Clicking on the pictures will give you a better viewing... except for the one with me in it!