Montreal: An American's perspective.
Everyone in this fucking city speaks French. I have no idea what anyone is saying. Everyone walks around waving Lebanese flags. The ones not flying Lebanese flags are homeless. Men wear capri pants, red shoes, and all of them have faux-hawks. The ones that don't have faux-hawks are old American tourists or Asian girls. Asian males bring handwritten guide books into arcades and study them in between rounds of King of Fighters. No one understands that placing a quarter on the deck of a cabinet reserves your place in the rotation. Mixed drinks cost between eight and fifteen Canadian dollars. I have no idea how much that is in non-monopoly money, but I imagine it is a bit too much. This place is so hip it makes me want to jump in the lake.