Chapter 11Five years later, Montreal
Leaning back against the brick wall by the restaurant’s back screen door, I unfastened my chef’s jacket and lit up a cigar. Man, this heatwave was killing me. I’d gone through half a case of Voss water bottles in the last five hours alone. But we’d pulled through and delivered a decent service. We’d had a full dining room again tonight. Those great online reviews I’d been receiving were really helping. I hated this internet thing, how important it was becoming, but it served its purpose, I supposed.
From the back alley where I stood, I could hear all the bustling activity of the Old Port, especially on Commune and Saint-Paul Street, which were steps away from my business. This was Montreal’s busiest and trendiest neighborhood, and July in the Old Port
