The Day Has Come!

The day has finally come when I officially can make better Indian food than restaurants, better Italian food, better pizza, better hamburgers, better Pho and minestrone and sushi and BLTs and turkey and chicken-you-name-it  . . . the day has finally come.

We ordered from Maison India last night and I can officially say -- their Bangalore Phal (the hottest dish on the menu) and their rice were shit. It's Brigitte's favorite for their Butter Chicken but MY butter chicken kicks its ass with a Sidewinder missile. My Chicken Jalfrezi is on Wikipedia and receives several referrals a day

My pizzas are incredible, not laden with so much tasteless cheese or substandard ingredients it more resembles something out of a freezer carton (which it probably is) and I lust after them (as everybody else does) even after the aforementioned weeks in the freezer. There is not a single restaurant in Montreal who could make a better pizza than I do (Challenge! You and me, head to head! I'll win hands-down).

My pastas are to die for. Except for Basi, at Jean-Talon Market, I make the best pasta in the city.

I make the best spicy refrigerator dill pickles -- a recipe I had to shut down because it was causing so much traffic to the site -- the best sausages, the best fresh pasta, the best cucumber salad, the best soups, the best compound butter, the best parmesan crisps, the best POTATO CHIPS from scratch, the best chili-cheese dogs, the signature "Nickburger" . . .

But Brigitte is the undisputed Queen of the smoked-meat sandwich. I don't even want to go there. Not approach that with a ten-foot pole and a SWAT team behind me.

I'm good at what I do, but she's better at what she does . . . and combined, we kick Montreal's restaurants into Kingdom Come.

Of, course, I say that without prejudice or bias of any kind.