I know I’ve already gone on n’ on about Montreal’s culinary delights, but Saturday, besides being enraptured by Frank Beckmann’s Michigan-Miami (OH) calls on my rental car Sat radio, I did what most Montrealers do on an idle, early September Samedi:

Watch tennis at Bar Le Stud while gnawing on smoked meat sandwiches and bagels - and polishing it off with some angioplasty-inducing Poutine. Oh yeah, and hang out with SbB Girl Wendy:

We’ve since escaped to Toronto. As we solemnly await the arrival of the Bills here fulltime, meantime we’ll be braving what will probably be rain at the V Festival on Sunday.

So if it pours, I might not miss that Bengals-Baltimore game after all.  Yay.