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02/19/2004: "Today"
today I was very lucky...I like to play these lottery machines which wait to gobble your money up in every cafe and bar of this country...well today was my day...I made 900 bucks this morning and the same in the afternoon
Outside of that it was chicken sandwich day in Little Italy...I walked there from old montreal,
taking the usual route,up bleury and then park all the way to beaubien street.The chicken sandwich served at cafe Italia is strictly served on wednesday...nobody knows why.It's just the way it is.There is a special atmosphere on wednesday,an air of high expectations,or is it the spirit of all the sacrificiced chicken?The owner,a charming lady with white hair is assisted by "fina"her talented chicken sandwich technicien or confectioner:she asks:"piquante?or dolce...and here it comes wrapped in a warm ciabatta blanket,all dolled up with mushrooms ,tomato slices,lettuce and the insanely hot red piquante
ingested at your own risk.I had a piece of panettone and the frantic espresso prepared with sober somber precision by the buster keaton of espressos,the great franco