there's no reason to live here if it's no hockey. >> anthony: hockey rinks pop up all over this city to accommodate montrealers' desire to risk teeth, groin, and limb. and right behind fred and dave's restaurant, joe beef, a pickup game of chefs, cooks, and hospitality professionals is underway. some of these guys, to put it charitably, are a little long in the tooth to be out there swinging sticks at each other and, uh, uh, skidding around on the ice. this is a normal behavior? people actually do this for fun? >> david: yeah, yeah. absolutely. this is every day, québécois growing up, playing hockey. canadian national sport, man. >> anthony: right. and this young one is already being indoctrinated. hello, young man. >> david: you gonna play hockey? >> boy: yes. >> david: you're -- you're good at hockey? >> boy: yes. >> david: are you gonna be a goalie or a player? >> boy: player. >> anthony: wow. >> david: a player. >> man: oh! >> anthony: oh, man. wait, am i gonna get, like, a mouthful of puck, by the way? ♪ it's being catered with fred and dave's usual restraint. [ david hums fanfare ] >> david: come eat.