Scenes from last night(ish):
This past weekend, I went down to South Beach for a little stay-cation.
After a relaxing day of pool, cocktails, and sun, I decided to head home, but I was a little peckish, and wanted a little snack, so I pulled up my favorite app for when I’m on the road, Flavortown.
Yes, Flavortown.
It has never let me down; well, except for the night before, but that’s a whole different story.
Anyhoo, I see there’s a Triple D (Diners, Drive-Ins & Dive) restaurant 1/4 of a mile away, so off I go.
La Sandwicherie.
I’ve watched the episode where Guy visited this place a few times.
So, I walk up to the window, and I’m pretty sure it’s the owner who takes my order.
I order the Italian and the Frenchie, because, leftovers.
As I’m standing around, waiting for my order, I see the guy who was behind me paying with a Bank of Montreal credit card and speaking French with the owner.
(I should preface this by saying I’m wearing a red baseball hat with a white maple leaf on it)
So, I ask: Are you from Canada?
Man: I’m from Quebec.
Me: Well last time I checked…
Man: Well yes, I guess, if you put it that way. Let see guess, you’re from Ontario, but he says it in that French Canadian way “En-tarrrr-eeoo”.
Me: As a matter of fact, yes, I grew up in London.
Man: And when you’re in Montreal, do you say, “Je ne parle pas français, or I don’t speak French?”
Me: I depends on who I speaking with. I’m nice to you until you’re not nice, then I’m not nice.
Man: Are you going to go to the Olympics next year?
Me: No, I doubt it.
Man: Do you say “Paris” (he pronounced it like he was from Fargo, ND) or “Pah-reeeee”
Me: I guess it depends on who I’m speaking with.
Man: You’re speaking with Stephane.
And I kid you not, the man behind the counter yells, “Stephanie” and we both turn our heads.
Man: Oh, is your name Stephanie
Me: Sometimes, but not today.
Man: (Getting upset with the little spanish guy behind the counter) My name is Stephane, not Stephanie
Me: Merci beaucoup, au revoir.
So, I walk back to the hotel, and I go to grab my bag from the bellhop, and there are four or five guys standing there, and one of the younger guys comes up to me, and says, “Hi, how can I help you?”
Me: I just need to get my bag, as I hand him my ticket
Guy: Are you from Canada?
Me: Yes, I am? Where are you from?
Guy: Haiti
Me: Sak Pase (loosely means ‘What’s up/Hey’)
Guy: Just starts laughing and gave me a big High 5.
Moral of the story, just be nice.
monkeydish 