Tuesday, April 12, 2011

A girl in Montreal

Oh those char marks

A few years ago I met a girl in Montreal. One of the greatest cities in this country. She was a bit wild, had a few tattoos, strange blond streaks in her hair. Which made perfect sense that she wanted to be a cook, and eventually have her own restaurant. I admire that . . . I could never do it.

The Shanghainese have a funny saying about advising someone you hate to open a restaurant. There's some truth behind that. The restaurant business is deadly - look up the statistics about how many businesses fail within the first 12 months, and you'll get an idea. This is an industry for wolves. Romantic and all to be a restauranteur, but if you're thinking about it, spare yourself - get a real job and eat out every weekend.

I haven't talked to my friend in a while. Should catch up and see how she's doing. I ate asparagus tonight. It's all coming out magnificently like perfume.


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