Each year the PTA at the boy’s school holds a school fair where they have rides, games, various and sundry eats, and other random, carnival-lite activities. And each year I tell myself that we’re never going back to the annual school fair because the joint can be a cluster fudge of obnoxious brats kids and their Uppityville-adjacent parents. Then each year we end up going back, partly to support the school PTA, but mostly because the boy has fun there and who am I to deny some fun for my kid?

The weather was overcast and craptastic today, but thankfully the rain held off while we were at the fair. My jetlag seems to be catching up to me, so I was a sleepy-cranky mess all day, but I was able to power through and avoid interacting with other parents.

The boy ended up riding the spinning teacup ride one too many times, which resulted in some vomit and some tears. Since the boy wasn’t feeling well after his morning of sugary snacks and nausea-inducing rides, we ended up canceling the rest of our busy day, and just hung out together. Thank the goddess, because I’m pooped!

Speaking of plaid-shirt-wearing Williamsburg hipsters, at age three-and-a-half, the boy was already going on about the rad Grizzly Bear concert he saw at Galapagos and telling his super-lame dads how to properly pronounce Grand and Gra-ham streets.

Wait, what was my point again?

Meanwhile in Montréal, it’s a lovely night for a leisurely, post-dinner stroll. Here’s a pic of the building that I see from my hotel. In case there was any doubt, I totes heart Canada so hard.

After work, I stumbled across an adorbz maple syrup shop in Old Montréal that sells all manner of the sweet stuff. They sold syrup, obvs, but they also had candies and chocolates and even a wide selection of maple-flavored teas.

I opted for a scoop of maple chunk gelato, which was totes yum!

Somepony in the shop was yammering on and on about how Canada produces the most and the best maple syrup, like, in the entire world, but I’m not sure that’s really something to be bragging about.

Actually, it’s pretty impressive, given that most peeps think real maple syrup tastes like Aunt Jemima’s maple-flavored “syrup.” You go, Canada!

I’ve recently rediscovered my love for duck confit. I know everypony goes on and on about bacon and stuff, but really, duck confit is the real shizzle when it comes to comfy, salty, meaty eats.

For lunch, I has a quik-e bite at a cute French bistro near my office. I had a shepherd’s pie made with duck confit and rustic homemade ketchup. Second Best Meal I’ve Had in Montréal.

Happy (Serving Executive Busy Business Lady Executive Realness) Mustache Wednesday, live from Canada, eh!

OK, here’s the thing: all of the eats I’ve had in Toronto have been (mostly) yum and (mostly) inexpensive. But all of the eats I’ve had in Montréal have been (mostly) expensive and either ridiculously delicious or just meh.

Today for lunch I had some meh Chinese eats at a Szechuan joint down the street from my office. I was misdirected because the place was packed with, like, actual Chinese peeps, so I naturally assumed that it would be authentic and stuff. Bad on me because I could have been at the Panda Express at the Hillsdale Mall in San Mateo. Total bill: $26.15 Canadian. Overpriced by more than double its actual value.

For dinner, I went to a French bistro near my hotel. The place was packed with French-Canadian peeps. I sat at the bar and had duck confit with roasted potatoes and an arugula salad dressed with truffle oil. The photo doesn’t do it justice, but seriously guys, this was One of the Best Meals I’ve Ever Had. In My Life. The whole time I was tucking into my meal, I kept thinking, busy daddy and the boy would lurve this dish!!! Total bill: $32.42 Canadian. Worth every penny.