Bouillabaisse. Rainy night, Montreal. Window table.
Backstory
We took a cab on a rainy Sunday night to a tiny restaurant in the old part of Montreal. Most of the night we were the only patrons there, so the chef sent out special little tidbits, and we had fun with the waiter, with us trying to speak French and him trying to speak English.
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