In Search Of...
First of all, for the 90% of you in the US, happy inauguration! I bet it was real grand, pity I missed it. Everyone (the 2 of you) I know that was in Iraq has since been transferred elsewhere, but I'm sure you have friends there still, and I bet they were all glad to know that the dollars spent to help usher in the 4th Reich didn't get spent on getting them better equipment! Who needs it right? Speaking of... 1 week from today is the 60th Anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz.
And speaking of Auschwitz... I happened to go to a Polish restaurant today. I know you were all wondering how I was going to tie that in... Clever huh? It's a place called Stash's and it's 2 streets from my office. The food there is pretty darned good. Their Pierogi rock! They also make a tasty Bigos and potato pancakes. The rest of the menu I have yet to try, but I will soon. And for those of you who don't get enough tripe here in my writing, well, they've got that on the menu too. I went with the Pierogi tonight which came with a big ol' helping of Kapusta. Mix that in with a few beers and you've got yourself a funfilled evening. The people that work there are all Polish too. Some were born there and moved to Montreal, others were born in Montreal, and some were born elsewhere. So I got to talkin to the folks there and I made 2 new friends. Jas and Clara. Jas works there, Clara doesn't. There was another dude there that gave me all kinds of info but I forget his name so for the purpose of this monologue, I won't add him to my tally. They call the place Stash's instead of Stas' simply because too many people were mispronouncing it. However, they neglected to think that with the current spelling, people would pronounce it just the way it is spelled: "stash's". I was able to blow enough smoke to start up a convo with Jas and Clara. They were easily conned.. That's I could tell they were really Polish.
But anyway, they also told me that there are about 20,000 Polish people in Montreal and that "we're not alone". I thought that was an interesting way of putting it. Sounds like either there's a Polish gang or there's a revolution of some kind coming and they need my help. Either way I'm in! But to make a long story short, I'll be hanging out with them for a few Piwo's again hopefully soon.
One cool thing about them was that they were the first people to not associate Springfield with the Simpsons. When I said it they laughed and I said "yeah yeah I know. .the Simpsons." and they were like "No, aren't there like 100 Springfields in the US?" I told them that yes, there are quite a few but MY Springfield happens to be the 18th most dangerous city in the US. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
Oh yeah, these Canadians up here are also extremely proud that basketball is a Canadian invention. True James Naismith was a Canadian (look at the pictures, you'll see his flapping head, seriously I wouldn't lie), but I'm pretty sure Springfield College is where he invented it but since I wasn't there I can't prove it. Regardless, all of them get very angry about that whole thing. So when I find myself in a conversation with a Canadian pushing his/her messed up version of sports history on me, I like to bring up the fact that I'm thinking about buying tickets to see the Washington Nationals play this season in DC. Conversation over.
Monday my French lessons officially start. I've got some girlie from Morrocco that's going to be coming to the office twice a week to teach me French. Sounds like it should be fun! But I've already been trying learn. Got a couple beginners books and if I take what I learn from them with what I've learned hanging out at some of the pubs up here, I've been able to construct my first actual French sentence:
Le petit tabarnak a volé la pomme
That translates into: The little fucker stole my apple!
Off to a great start already eh?
Another thing for you is that I also had an epiphany today. Well it happened a while ago, but with all this talk of George W and Auschwitz, I remembered that Rocky's initials happen to be SS. Irony or Conspiracy? You figure it out.
Happy Birthday to Putnam today. And yesterday to my pal Kelly who now lives in Jackson Wyoming. West Springfield wasn't so bad now was it? :-P
Anyways, time for me to go get some stuff done. On my way out I thought I'd like to remind you all:
Dammit Jim I'm doctor not a bricklayer!
And speaking of Auschwitz... I happened to go to a Polish restaurant today. I know you were all wondering how I was going to tie that in... Clever huh? It's a place called Stash's and it's 2 streets from my office. The food there is pretty darned good. Their Pierogi rock! They also make a tasty Bigos and potato pancakes. The rest of the menu I have yet to try, but I will soon. And for those of you who don't get enough tripe here in my writing, well, they've got that on the menu too. I went with the Pierogi tonight which came with a big ol' helping of Kapusta. Mix that in with a few beers and you've got yourself a funfilled evening. The people that work there are all Polish too. Some were born there and moved to Montreal, others were born in Montreal, and some were born elsewhere. So I got to talkin to the folks there and I made 2 new friends. Jas and Clara. Jas works there, Clara doesn't. There was another dude there that gave me all kinds of info but I forget his name so for the purpose of this monologue, I won't add him to my tally. They call the place Stash's instead of Stas' simply because too many people were mispronouncing it. However, they neglected to think that with the current spelling, people would pronounce it just the way it is spelled: "stash's". I was able to blow enough smoke to start up a convo with Jas and Clara. They were easily conned.. That's I could tell they were really Polish.
But anyway, they also told me that there are about 20,000 Polish people in Montreal and that "we're not alone". I thought that was an interesting way of putting it. Sounds like either there's a Polish gang or there's a revolution of some kind coming and they need my help. Either way I'm in! But to make a long story short, I'll be hanging out with them for a few Piwo's again hopefully soon.
One cool thing about them was that they were the first people to not associate Springfield with the Simpsons. When I said it they laughed and I said "yeah yeah I know. .the Simpsons." and they were like "No, aren't there like 100 Springfields in the US?" I told them that yes, there are quite a few but MY Springfield happens to be the 18th most dangerous city in the US. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
Oh yeah, these Canadians up here are also extremely proud that basketball is a Canadian invention. True James Naismith was a Canadian (look at the pictures, you'll see his flapping head, seriously I wouldn't lie), but I'm pretty sure Springfield College is where he invented it but since I wasn't there I can't prove it. Regardless, all of them get very angry about that whole thing. So when I find myself in a conversation with a Canadian pushing his/her messed up version of sports history on me, I like to bring up the fact that I'm thinking about buying tickets to see the Washington Nationals play this season in DC. Conversation over.
Monday my French lessons officially start. I've got some girlie from Morrocco that's going to be coming to the office twice a week to teach me French. Sounds like it should be fun! But I've already been trying learn. Got a couple beginners books and if I take what I learn from them with what I've learned hanging out at some of the pubs up here, I've been able to construct my first actual French sentence:
Le petit tabarnak a volé la pomme
That translates into: The little fucker stole my apple!
Off to a great start already eh?
Another thing for you is that I also had an epiphany today. Well it happened a while ago, but with all this talk of George W and Auschwitz, I remembered that Rocky's initials happen to be SS. Irony or Conspiracy? You figure it out.
Happy Birthday to Putnam today. And yesterday to my pal Kelly who now lives in Jackson Wyoming. West Springfield wasn't so bad now was it? :-P
Anyways, time for me to go get some stuff done. On my way out I thought I'd like to remind you all:
Dammit Jim I'm doctor not a bricklayer!
posted by Surviving In The Burbs at 1/20/2005 08:51:00 PM
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