these princes of gastronomy, never a suboptimal moment. nothing short of excellent accepted, beyond excellent, too much excellent. yes, possibly. over the top? yeah, definitely. it all comes around in the end, the circle of life. we begin at the beginning, the heart and soul of every right-thinking quebecois, apparently. ice, a stick, and a puck. fred and dave and martin picard are joined by the original god of montreal gastronomy, the great chef normand laprise, to watch their beloved montreal canadiens lay waste to the carolina hurricanes. fred: yeah! anthony: all the while eating, of course, and drinking, as it turns out, the finest wines known to humanity.
oh. the seared foie is perched atop an ethereal suspension of joel robuchon-inspired potato puree, of course. david: this is cornas from reynard vineyard by thierry allemand. anthony: nice. fred: that s wonderful. anthony: yes. yes, it is. really, is there a is there a billionaire or a despot anywhere on earth who at this precise moment is eating better than us? fred: no. anthony: no. look at that. david: epoisse, saint-marcellin. anthony: cheese. there must be cheese. in this case, a voluptuously reeking epoisse, who some less hardy outdoorsmen might call overripe. but not us. oh, this is awesome. what do we have here? fred: a few cubans. anthony: oh, wait a minute. you guys, uh, have a much more relaxed attitude towards the importation of cuban cigars. chartreuse, of course, and a dessert as rare as it gets, a dinosaur-era monster long
choucroute. fred: oh, look at the beautiful work of linking these. anthony: it s awesome. this dish is the, uh, single best argument for sharing a border with germany. [ laughter ] and of course the finest wines known to humanity. fred: we got german wine. we got silvaner in pirate bottles. anthony: sweet. what am i drinking here? david: canadian riesling. this is norman hardy riesling from prince edward county, five hours from here. amazing wine. anthony: there s an allegory here somewhere. i m reaching for it. something about fred and dave s reckless abandon, coupled with precision and technique. a hockey metaphor, perhaps? ah, the hell with it. ooh, look, sausages. have yourself a merry little christmas. make the yule-tide gay.
singing the national anthem now. i mean, really. a practically prehistoric old-school canadian classic. maple syrup is heated, then poured on snow, becoming a kind of taffy. but the preferred delivery mechanism does present some issues. man: mmm. martin: yeah. no, no, no, no, no, no. anthony: what? martin: take a big one, and you have to suck it. don t swallow it, you know? look, you have to go like that. slowly, slowly. you know? just that. slowly, slowly. that s how it s good. that s it. anthony: you know how to do that in a manly way? you just got to look down and then you sort of look away in a distracted way. it s like, i m not really i m not really sucking it. fred: the best way is to look up. [ laughter ] anthony: finally, there s