I like Souvlaki. I just can't eat it anymore.
- a heavy set and heavily disappointed woman walking past the Arahova on Ste Catherine. (This is same Arahova whose front plate glass window I saw a man use as a urinal a few weeks back. It is also the same Arahova I walked into in April and all of the staff were singing along to the Sheryl Crow version of "The First Cut is the Deepest," including the Kojak/Mr.Clean-lookin' Maître d'.)
You worked on Crescent--you're used to Americans.
- a thirtysomething man arguing with his date about the great Elephant to the south.