I think I must have eaten 36 varenekes in the week I was back in Montreal. Each time I lamented my last meal at The Main, because it was 4am and I was drunk or tired or hungry. And we all agreed that this was totally the last time, but ended up going back the next day anyway.
I invariably acted like I was going to order something different but never did. I opened the menu, did not look at the menu, said “should I get a grilled cheese?” When the server came, I ordered the plate of varenekes.
Which is only funny because it’s so typical-Michelle. I make a decision, pretend to look at the options, pretend they might have informed me to make a choice, pretend to open the table to suggestions, then continue to act upon my first impulse.
And I guess that’s why I’m in Los Angeles now, eating frozen perogies at 4am on a Saturday night.
Miss you, MTL.
Tags: being homesick, burritos don't always do the trick, food, perogies versus varenekes, schwartz is horrible, the main deli
That’s the only thing I ever eat there too. With a Cherry Pepsi. :)