Royal Victoria Hospital Cafeteria, Montréal. April 21, 2014.
Dear food fetishist reader,
I must once more ask for forgiveness for this unannounced leave of absence from this blog. The reason is quite simple. I am now the father of a beautiful baby boy named Gustave. On April 20th, moments before midnight, contractions started until they were unbearable and we left for the hospital in the wee hours of the night. Contractions continued all day long, with considerable pain and very little progress. Eventually, the day after that, on April 22, after some 33 hours of labor came into the world the newest of the foodie community, Gustave, 9.1 pounds of love.
On that day of labor, where I couldn’t possibly help all that much, apart from a morale standpoint, I treated myself to some hospital cafeteria fare. Little did I know that I would eat there a few more meals than expected, being the nature of our particularly long labor. The fast food counter was closing so little options were still around. I opted for the fishburger, which to my very amazement, was really good. Maybe was I eating my emotions and anything would’ve been good at that point after not sleeping at all, but we’ll never know. That fishburger was great, and I promised myself I would eat more. Fish and bread together, wow, even Jesus knew that. My life was about to change in a way I could not grasp but the faint tip of a melting iceberg. Couldn’t help but think that that fishburger was sort of the last supper of my previous life. Whatever life I had had before was gonna be gone forever. But fishburgers. There’s the key. They’ll be there forever.
And one day Gustave, we’ll enjoy one together.