I'd just like to thank you schmos (that's an affectionate term! Really, not an insult!) (I mean, after all, we're dealing with this bizarre world that I call my own!) (So let me off the hook with all these parenthesesese (sic).)
But I know you're there. Christ, why the hell does anyone from Austria ever want to visit montrealfoodblog? This is the question, but the simple answer is, they do! I can't figure it out, but I've long since given up the idea that I'm some secret genius. Ich simply spiele dem blauen, Mr. Austrian! Hey yo, you're from the European Union, aren't you? What is it these days, Euros or Austros? Have you gotten over the Anschluss yet? Oh dear, I feel a rant is a-coming. What was your search term, anyway? "Der Berghoff?"
Hello, Australia! What the fuck's up in Kookaburra, Northwest Territories! That you come to this blog. As I always like to say, YO YO MA! What was YOUR search term? "Montreal wallaby"? Have another Foster's and go shoot a 'roo.
What, you Frenchies? What the fuck is up with you?
Patate Cinque Formaggio, Prosciutto, Cipolla, Crema, Aglio e Mandorla alla Nicola?
Uh, sorry, that's Italian.
Why on earth do you people continue to come here? Especially, my JAPANESE visitors.
All one of you. Akio Toyoda. Itte oshiri ni mitte kudasai! (That would be "Shove it up your ass," but politely).
I love you all. I just sometimes don't understand why you're here . . .