like, well, these two gentlemen. do you like the cold? i mean, by you, i mean the quebecois. it cleans the streets of ebola. the cold? yeah, the frigid cold keeps the riffraff out of the city, for sure. fred morin, dave mcmillen, restauranteur, chefs at the legendary joe beef, bon vivant, historians of their beloved great white north, princes of hospitality. and what do they like to do for fun when the rivers turn to ice three feet thick, when testicles shrink and most of us scurry for warmth and shelter? if they were like so many other canadians, they would go ice fishing on the st. lawrence river. because we are confined perhaps to spend so much time indoors, a lot of the families love to do, you know, activities together, like go to the cottage, goes ice fishing, you
an escoffiere, a muhammad ali, a dalai lama, a joey narone, somebody who changes everything about their chosen field, who changes the whole landscape. life after them is never the same. martin picard is such a man. a heretofore unencountered hybrid of rut outdoorsman, veteran chef with many years of fine dining experience, renegade, innovator, he is one of the most influential chefs in north america. he is also a proud quebecois, and perhaps he more than everyone else has defined for a new generation of americans and canadians what that means. he s an unlikely ambassador for his country and province. but maybe not so unlikely. i mean, look at him. out trapping beaver with local trapper carl. no?
preposterous? i don t think think it is but here we have a situation it s stupid, i agree with you completely this province 40 years ago was in some respects an english city, so we needed to have language laws for signage and stuff. signage, for instance, must by law be principally in french. french first in all things. but ever bureaucracy produces by temperature products of stupidity, and it will not stand. the anglo-canadians treated quebecois like second-class crap for much of history. i get it. i would want my own thing and when i got it, i would want to make sure there s no back sliding. when the first sovereignist party to be elected in 1976, it didn t come out of a vacuum. it came from a couple decades of awakening and struggle. 50 years from now, will people still be speaking french in montreal? yes.
actually find it pleasurable like, well, these two gentlemen. do you like the cold? i mean, by you, i mean the quebecois. it cleans the streets of ebola. the cold? yeah, the frigid cold keeps the riffraff out of the city, for sure. fred morin, dave mcmillen, restauranteur, chefs at the legendary joe beef, bon vivant, historians of their beloved great white north, princes of hospitality. and what do they like to do for fun when the rivers turn to ice three feet thick, when testicles shrink and most of us scurry for warmth and shelter? if they were like so many other canadians, they would go ice fishing on the st. lawrence river. the cabin fever endeuces in our family because we are confined, perhaps, to spend so
i lean french, hard. i m normally sympathetic to the language laws. you don t think it s preposterous? i don t think think it is but here we have a situation it s stupid, i agree with you completely this province 40 years ago was in some respects an english city, so we needed to have language laws for signage and stuff. signage, for instance, must by law be principally in french. french first in all things. but, ever beaurocracy produces by temperature products of stupid di- and it will not stand. the anglo-canadians treated quebecois like second-class crap for much of history. i get it. i would want my own thing and when i got it, i would want to make sure there s no back sliding. when the first sovereignist party to be elected in 1976, it didn t come out of a vacuum. it came from a couple decades of awakening and struggle.