SuprBowl Sunday, and today two things are going to happen. First off I will be treated to Peter Baily’s exquisite BBQ prowess and all’ round foodiness as he hosts a Super Bowl Party in Toronto’s Beaches district. Peter was the master BBQ’er before he left Halifax for Toronto pastures (he had always rumoured, to much much cheering from me, that he would open a southern style drive through BBQ in Halifax). He was not only BBQ king but through the cunning of the internet purchase quickly became the smoke house king as well, taking the BBQ experience up just a few more notches- smoking pork and chicken and basically anything he could. Fuelled by Irving Big stop kindling to bust a maple flavoured move. My fondest Pete and food memory occurred when I was invited over for what can only be considered a miracle of modern technology. The deep-fried Turkey. A whole turkey is submerged into a massive, massive boiling pot of oil. The only let down was that it took a mere 30 minutes to cook-30 minutes to cook a turkey!(and this bird was big) Fantastic. And the taste, nothing compares. The utensils required were a huge independent propane burner big enough to hold ,a 50 gallon stainless steel absolutely professional looking, don’t try this at home but really do, pot to put the jugs and jugs of vegetable oil in. And so this SuperBowl will be far more memorable for the food than Colts or Bears or even that little fella Prince . Second highlight for SuperBowl Sunday is that I will be staying at Jack’s mom’s place before we put the auto in drive and push west. Now both Jack and I fully intended on tying a Super Bowl size one on this afternoon- Wine, beer etc etc. So then later I get to come home drunk with Jack ( sort of like highschool) and begin to fully understand and explore the history behind him being one of the nicest fellows one person could know- gotta be his mom, right? So I will take notes, investigate and get back. Unfortunately I notice that Jack has been so taken with his niece that he has forgotten the restaurant review- ass will be kicked...oh hold on.. there it is below, apologies (please read it). Last night I was up until 3 am for the second night volunteering for one crazy festival le Festival Voix D’Ameriques . It is a spoken word festival and I was the camera man for their late night series, each evening three authors, poets, performance artsists, and then an open mic for anyone wanting to strut their stuff. Night one of stuff strutting was far better than night two, lemme tell ya. But what made both nights fantastic or at least bearable most times was the back up band, a three piece of drummer, bass and guitar (Bernard Falaise, Alexis Martin, Fred Boudreault) they were incredible and made even the most maudlin attempts of on-stage self-flagellation fun. At this festival there are all kinds of events and though most are in French this is a one of a kind festival, truly great stuff.

And so I wandered home through the Montreal night and am now full of coffee and heading out to catch my train to my SuperBowl XLI.