Not a great fan of bars but last night was at the Tabasco bar in Cote des Neiges, with a friend. How do people stand these places? At least now there is no cigarette smoke, but the music was overpowering: everyone, including the poor waitresses and bartenders, had to shout. Normal conversation in any form is impossible.
But it was great, mainly because the last time I was there was in 1995 and also it made me feel like I was still in 1995.
Pastis . . . Lillet, all good there.
No doubt I’ll be back.