September 26th, 2010
I am so proud of myself. Last night, I finally went to Tri Express, Montreal’s worst kept sushi secret. How many people told me to go there – I have lost track. We had a late 8:30 reservation and had I known the place seats only about 20 (+ worst kept secret = packed), I wouldn’t have got lost by going West instead of East out of the metro. By the time we realized we were walking in the wrong direction (+ already late = not good), I called to make sure we still had a table… and was told we’d sit at the bar.
An eternity later, we take our seat at the bar and here I am, taking my trench off, explaining to the waiter that I’ve neeevvveeerrr been so East in Montreal in my life (out loud and all) when …
I see, behind me, Denis Gagnon.
And it’s Karl all over again.
I turn around, quick, sit down and see Tri Du, the world-renowned sushi chef, in. my. face. Thank God he turned out to be funny, warm and unintimidating because all along I was smiling at him, thinking how will I have the courage to stand up, professional camera in hand, and ask Denis Gagnon for an internship autograph. Or picture. Then my Omakase 1 arrives. (The other fabulous thing about Tri is that unpretentiously their menu is online, so instead of spending half an hour in the restaurant making up my mind, I spend half the day at home thinking about what I’ll want comes supper). And at the first bite, I understand why I spend so much energy locating this place, why I’ve been promising friends I’ll go there, I even forget Denis Gagnon is behind me.
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