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Monthly Archives: August 2009
The hottest “chien chaud” in Montreal
There were several high points during a recent visit to Montreal with my boyfriend Ross.
Delivering his red pick-up to valet parking at the Queen Elizabeth hotel kicked things off. I have a hunch they don’t park many such vehicles in the bowels of that trusty landmark currently celebrating the 40th anniversary of John and Yoko’s famous bed-in.
Next came brilliant British guitar genius Jeff Beck’s appearance at the Jazz Festival. The veteran rocker played to a high-testosterone audience of avid fans each of whom had forked out a good wad of money to attend. His encore, the haunting “Jerusalem,” was magnifique.
No visit to the city of my birth is complete without a pilgrimage to smoked meat mecca Schwartz’s on St. Laurent.
Timing is key, as I’ve learned the hard way, and 3 pm on a weekday was perfect for introducing Ross — a Schwartz’s virgin — to a late lunch of a smoked meat sandwich, fries and dill pickle eaten at the best spot in the room: a stool at the counter.
As for a new discovery, we came upon Chien Chaud Victoire (formerly Victory Hot Dogs), located at 1025 Beaver Hall, en route to Old Montreal from our hotel.
This nifty spot has been around for more than 30 years and basically makes two things: hot dogs and fries.They use Lester’s franks and offer the buns steamed or grilled. And they do them well — more proof that sweet and simple win the day.
Posted in Montreal, Story
Tagged 40th anniversary, beaver hall, dill pickle, guitar genius, hot dogs, hunch, jazz festival, jeff beck, john and yoko, late lunch, meat sandwich, new discovery, nifty spot, old montreal, queen elizabeth, queen elizabeth hotel, smoked meat, st laurent, t park, valet parking
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Meryl Streep finds her inner Child
Okay, so I stole this clever headline from an article I found online about the soon-to-be-released movie “Julie and Julia” starring Meryl Streep as my friend and amazing mentor Julia Child.
Written and directed by the equally amazing Nora Ephron, the film is based on a blog and book by the same name written by a young New Yorker called Julie Powell who cooked her way through Child’s iconic and first of many books “Mastering the Art of French Cooking” — that’s more than 500 recipes in a mere 365 days.
Happily, the Ephron/Streep collaboration has produced a brilliant, funny and food-filled film that captures the personalty and passion of the wondrously charismatic Child.
It is much better than Powell’s book which I found so flat and fake that I only managed to get through the first few chapters.
Also happily, Amy Adams’s portrayal of Powell is as lively and riveting as Streep’s enthusiastic channelling of Child who comes across as the life-affirming, warm, whisk-wielding woman I came to know from 1991 until her death in 2004.
Ephron knows what she’s doing when it comes to things culinary.
Her wonderful novel “Heartburn” is a semi-autobiographical story about a food writer whose husband (based on Ephron’s former hubby Carl Bernstein of Watergate fame) cheats on her while she is pregnant with their child. She is played by — who else? — Meryl Streep in a movie directed by Ephron that came out in the 1980s.
Meryl Streep, who is much shorter than Child’s height of 6 ft 2, wore platform shoes and stood on raised floors to make her look tall in the movie — both ruses that worked perfectly.
More importantly, Streep manages to reproduce Child’s deep, plummy voice perfectly without hamming it up. Likewise for the funny scenes in which she has those inimitable kitchen accidents and flops in the kitchen that have been well documented on her TV shows and, most famously, spoofed by Dan Aykroyd.
The scenes in which Powell (Adams) cooks from Child’s book in her loft’s tiny kitchen — often successfully but sometimes not — are also evocative and cleverly done.
But it is the tender love between Child and her doting husband Paul that is a key theme. It was he who encouraged her to pursue a career in food and helped us all share this darling, indomitable woman’s love of it.
Thank you Nora and Meryl for keeping Child’s legacy alive and well.
As Toronto chef/restaurateur Donna Dooher said when I interviewed her for Child’s obituary that ran in the Toronto Star on August 21, 2004:
“She loved people and knew cooking is the best way of showing your love.”
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Tagged 365 days, amy adams, autobiographical story, carl bernstein, channelling, dan aykroyd, food writer, ft 2, hubby, julia child, julie powell, mastering the art of french cooking, meryl streep, nora ephron, personalty, platform shoes, portrayal, ruses, tiny kitchen, watergate
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