Went to Montreal for the first time. Ate well.

Ironically, the espresso was made with Metropolis, from Chicago, IL, about four miles from where I used to live. 

Croissants were perfectly crispy on the outside and nearly rubbery on the inside. Still steaming. Poifect.

Strawberries were tiny sugar pockets bursting with seeds and nectar.

Tried to take a picture of the Poutine I ate at 2a.m. My phone decided it was probably best just to forget about it.