Patraits

On Wednesday, my good friend and collaborator on this site (Ironman) drove in from Ottawa and we had a jolly time driving around. We made it to Atwater market, at which I went to Douceurs du Marché and spent a cringe-inducing $78 or so on a bottle of Frantoia olive oil and a bottle of truffle oil. What can I say? These things have to be done.

And afterwards we taxied over to L'Express to delight in what only L'Express can do -- the best steak-frites in North America. NOBODY does it better. Their rare (saignant) onglet (hanger) steak is just the beefiest beef in the world.

Don't be fooled by promises of "Kobé" beef (I've said it once, and I will say it again and again until my last dying breath: there is NO KOBÉ beef in North America and there never will be. Any restaurant that advertises Kobé ANYTHING is lying, lying, lying. Even the one that offer "Wagyu" beef are usually lying their hides off). The L'Express steak-frites is about the best steak you will ever enjoy, period.


Anyway, Patrick brought his Nikon rig and did me the honor of taking a couple of "portrait" shots of me, which is extremely rare, as I don't know anyone who is a friend and who lives in Montreal and who is a good photographer, so there are very few portraits of me anywhere.

Patrick took a couple of "Patraits" and I messed with them in Photoshop a bit and here they are, in no particular sequence (as usual, right click on them to open in a new window to get them at full resolution):

At L'Express

Half colored man

Monet man

Thank you, my good friend, for such wonderful records of yours truly. One day I shall return the favor except sans the Photoshop mucking about.