Currently in the underground of Montreal

The Canadians have this cold thing down. There's this underground that connects metro stops, has restaurants and shops, and allows people, at least in this area, to get around inside. Here's a couple of photos from where we sit:

We are waiting for a Lebanese restaurant to open at 11, at which time Dan is going to have the stinkiest meal in the world: poutine made with garlic potatoes with shish touk and/or shawarma on top. Those of you in Memphis may be able to smell us as we come in for the landing tonight. The folks on the plane will. 

Update: No poutine, alas, but we ran across a place called Rueben's, known for their smoked meats. Here, the smoked meat is thinly sliced corned beef.  We had a skillet that was basically potatoes covered with the ingredients for a Rueben sandwich sans dressing and bread, topped with two eggs. 

I was not sure about sauerkraut for brunch, but it was all delicious. As a bonus, I received a lesson from our server in cursing. Apparently, "merde" (shit) covers it all. I inquired about how to say "f***," and the guy said "merde." However, here in Canada, they also use exclamations using church-related words, such as "tabernacle" or "taberbac," "sacre," and "calisse" (chalice). Interesting, n'est pas?