We flew back to Chicago from Montreal on a Sunday, but we had a few hours to enjoy the city before heading to the airport.
Judy was eager to have some Montreal bagels for breakfast, so we headed to Fairmount Bagel, a tiny bakery on the Avenue of the same name. Jeez, that place is popular – we must have waited close to an hour in line.
As someone who grew up in the New York City area, I was not as enthusiastic as Judy about Montreal bagels. They’re fine if you think of them as a kind of roll or BLBO (Bagel-Like Baked Object). Compared to real (that is to say, New York) bagels, though, the Montreal variant is slightly sweet, and not quite dense or chewy enough.
Of course, they are infinitely better than chain store pseudo-bagels such as those produced by Einstein Brothers, which are so insipid that they border on anti-semitic.
Anyways, we got our Fairmount bagels and some cream cheese and ate them in the car. It was a fine breakfast for our last day in Quebec.
After that, we drove to Mount Royal Park, on the mountain that gives Montreal its name. There is a chalet up at the top.
The day was a little hazy, but there was still a wonderful view.
After enjoying the vista, it was time to head to the airport.
I’m missing Quebec already, though I’m not tempted to visit during the winter (it’s even colder there than in Chicago). Some day soon we will have to go back, though.