In the Flesh
From Jean Talon to Lenin’s Tomb
On our first day in Montreal this summer, my girlfriend suggested that we visit a vegan restaurant in the Plateau that she had read about but whose name she could not remember. We were staying with my sister and her boyfriend, and the boyfriend said that he knew the place and at one time had rented a studio from the owner. Then he told us the story of a horrific accident that had happened a few years before when one of the staff at the vegan restaurant got his hand caught in the feeder of a pita-making machine. When the paramedics arrived they found the man conscious, seated in a chair with his arm stuck all the way up to the elbow inside the feeder. Unable to dislodge the man’s arm, the paramedics considered calling in a surgical team to amputate the man’s arm right there in the kitchen of the vegan restaurant, but then they set to work dismantling the pita machine and were able to detach the feeder. Then they drove the man, with his arm still stuck in the feeder, in the ambulance to the Notre Dame hospital, where eventually the man’s hand was amputated.
That evening we decided to make our own dinner and so we walked down to the Jean Talon market and bought radishes, tomatoes, smoked herring, sheep cheese, goat cheese, fava beans, pork pâté, baguette, morel
image: stephen ives