phragmentation

After spending a perfect week in Montreal, I feel like I’m on another planet. Vermont is weird.

Everyone

talks

so

slowly

.

They do, however, sell beer (until midnight) — at the gas station! In fact, I wanted to go to a grocery store, even though the hotel clerk said the gas station was the place to go. Well, I figured I wanted food too. But alas! The grocery store won’t sell you a single bottle of beer — you gotta buy the six or 12 pack! Oh well. Off to the gas station, and I started thinking about getting one of those gas station hot dogs…  The gas station was subtitled “Liquor Outlet” or something like that. Rows and rows of alcoholic beverages of every sort. AT THE GAS STATION!!! And yes, you can buy a single bottle of beer. And with a better selection than the super market!

I haven’t had Magic Hat since my business trip to Brooklyn in Sept 2004. Not quite as flavorful as Cheval Blanc or the Chembly. But not bad. No hot dogs though. I was briefly tempted by Ben & Jerry’s, then remembered I have chocolate. Tuna sandwich for dinner. Probably the biggest meal I’ve eaten all week!

Tomorrow, off to Vienna! I’m sure we’ll find some beer and sausages there :).