Clad in one of my several animal-print coats, I succumbed to the coffee-and-cruller craving en route from Quebec City to Montreal and stopped for that all-Canadian traveller’s fix at – where else? – Timmy Ho’s.
This one, in Trois-Rivieres, was really hopping on Easter weekend. I spilled my coffee on the tailgate of my boyfriend Ross’s red pick-up. Luckily, as he noted sagely afterwards, it is lined with indoor/outdoor carpet.