Oh kids, let me tell you: I am tired. The LSC and I have returned from another awesome weekend in Montreal—we went down solely for the joy and party that is Gay Pride 2009—but damn, if I ain’t already tapped out.

Nonetheless, this is a food blog and we did eat a lot of yummy things whilst out of town. Possibly one of the best Indian meals I’ve ever had, for one.

Last night we had a truly exceptional meal at a place called Atma outside of the Latin Quarter; aside from being the textbook definition of a jewelbox of a restaurant (whitewashed walls, cushy chairs, lots of candlelight, a few romantic cubbyholes for private dining), their food was incredible. My go-to Indian dish is often saag paneer but I opted for malai kofta instead. Boy, was I ever pleased because it was stunning.

The LSC devoured with great glee an order of eye-searingly red chicken vindaloo; I tried a little of it and despite my love for spicy, no thank you.

After dinner, we walked around a bit, popping into art galleries, checking out sidewalk book sales. We made our way over to Place Emilie-Gamelin for some of the free fun at Pride. We watched a dance and song revue that veered between Cole Porter standards and Vegas glitz. Between the throngs of people and the heat, we were thoroughly exhausted by the time we got back to Le Gite, the quite nice bed & breakfast we were staying at. Breakfast, obviously, was complimentary but we still had to go to the Brulerie St. Denis for a cup of coffee for me (I don’t take it as an offense that most hotels and such like don’t provide decaf coffee). I ordered a variation on a cafe au lait and my husband ordered a Cafe Mardi Gras (or something like that; we can’t remember) which had amaretto syrup, steamed milk, espresso and roasted almonds on top.

I realize that I hail from the Land of Hot Weather but Montreal honestly gave Atlanta a run for its money this weekend. It topped out at 94 today. Add to that lots of concrete, large gatherings of people and boy howdy, is that not my least favorite combo ever. Still, we had a Pride Parade to go to so the LSC and I braved the Metro and made our way to the Gay Village. By the time we got there—we stopped to do some shopping—it was lunch time. When I am hot and cranky, I become less inclined to make decisions. I kept telling the LSC to choose whatever he’d like to eat which, being that he married me and knows how to dish it out too, volleyed that decision right back to me. So we ate at Sushi Shop and yes, I know, it’s basically the Canadian version of fast food sushi, it did the trick, regardless.

Post-Pride Parade, we hit Atwater Market on our way home. Craving chocolate, I ordered us a slice of opera cake to share. I can list all of the things we bought (cheeses, sausages, etc.) but seriously, kids, I am tired. I’ll see you Tuesday, refreshed and ready to cook.