Coming back from a cross-country ski trip this weekend, I planned on making rabbit caccitore, nothing better after a day or two in the “semi” cold. Get into town, and my friend and I decide that a bottle of red wine would be in order. Head over to the SAQ express on Mont-Royal, too late to buy a baguette anywhere but in a grocery store (sawdust packed in a crust, really), and then head next door to the liquor store.
We couldn’t believe our eyes when we got there: there was an actual line-up of folks waiting to get in, along with a security guard cum bouncer at the door, letting only a certain number of people in at a time. I flashed back to news reports of Soviet Russia, where those fine citizens would wait for hours for their vodka, pair of shoes, bread, etc. Regardless, got home, made the rabbit–which was excellent, btw–and spent the rest of the evening sprawled in front of videos of my latest fixation, Buffy.