Fucking Westmount, Quebec

It was very controversial. I’m one of the few people who supported it, but the provincial government and our evil mayor went ahead and did it anyway. There was actually a proposal on the table that made a little more sense – the neighbourhood counsels would have had more power over cultural things, but most infrastructure would be island-wide. That was the Fischler proposal. In the end, though, the neighbourhood councils were mostly powerless. It seemed to be one extreme or the other.

You’re talking to the only Canadian who doesn’t follow hockey. :frowning:

If Bourque were a hockey player, though, he would probably show up with a bat and catcher’s mitt. His brain resides in another reality.

A Dairy Queen Hijack

I didn’t know DQs were supposed to be Texan or Southern or anything. There’s one in some podunk of a town here in upstate New York; I stop at it sometimes on my way home from the dirt races if we get out early enough and I"m not completely coated in black track dirt.

Do they all have Brazier Burgers attached to 'em, or just some, or just this one?

I insist on pronouncing it “Brassiere Burger” even though I know that’s wrong.

Oh, and you think Westmount is bad? In order to build anything in the town of Kinderhook, NY, you have to get your blueprints approved by the town board so they can be sure it “fits in” with the “historic buildings” of the town. You can’t build anything unless it’s faux Georgian revival style, pretty much. And if they don’t like you, they won’t let you build ANYTHING. (It’s a small town. Everybody is within three degrees of each other, except for the folks who come up from NYC to buy second homes here.)

They won’t even let Hannaford’s put a grocery store in so people can get food without a big long drive, because they don’t think it’s appropriate for a historical town. :rolleyes:

Ok, I’ll admit that it’s not “elitism” like the OP, but it’s stupid.

Ok, it has nothing to do with the OP. I"ll just walk away.

(Kinderhook does have a McDonald’s, but they made them use a special faux-historical blueprint for it, and won’t let them put up a sign.)

scott evil, regarding the empties by the curb side. You have to remember that Westmount is a “dry” town. And since the SAQ doesn’t take back the empties, where else would you find them ? I’m sure that the alcohol consumption in the rest of Montréal is as high, but there is a difference in returning a case of empty Château-Laffite and a case of Molson Ex :wink:

LaurAnge, a little story to exemplify the Westmount elitism. Several years ago, there was a big fuss over the fact that the city council voted to stop sending the Queen her yearly supply of maple syrup. Lots of people protested this decision :eek:

Hamish, Necros is talking about Raymond Bourque, former Bruins and Avalanche defenceman. Necros, Hamish is talking about Pierre “We are the Bourque, we will assimilate you” Bourque, former mayor of Montréal, a space cadet if there ever was one.

Oh, for - does the Queen even EAT maple syrup?!

Hamish:

Well, the only household.

Do you really think a gayboy like me follows hockey, or any other sport for that matter? :smiley:

Sorry if I’m living a stereotype, but there you are.

  • s.e.

Admit it. You’re not sorry at all. :wink:

No, I’m not, but I wanted to avert some kind of pile-on hijack, dear.

The one and only time I went to a Habs game at the Molson Centre was with the boyfriend I had at the time, who got tickets to a loge or something through work. Sure, we enjoyed the free food and drinks, but after one period (and at least one nasty hockey fight), we left. We ended up - get this - watching a Barbra Streisand movie musical back at his condo.

I wailed at him, “We left a hockey game and now we’re watching Barbra Streisand! We’re REALLY GAY now!” :smiley:

Humourous moment. But “Funny Girl” was far more entertaining. :wink:

  • s.e.

My grandparents raised my dad in Westmount society. One of his earlier memories was of my grandmother directing him to kick a priest into a pond up on the Mountain. My grandmother was Anglican, the priest was R.C. and bending over to look in the pond, and my father was too young to know better.

I know who he was talking about, detop. I was just making a little joke. :slight_smile:

Back to the DQ hijack.

In Texas they are promoted as if they were a Texas company. They are more ubiquitous in small Texas towns than even McDonalds. Because of their marketing and their sheer numbers, I’d always assumed they were Texas based. After researching a little, I found out they are from Illinois and not a Texas original after all.

Oh, well.

Yeah, I figured out Necros was making a little joke and played along with it. I thought it was a pretty safe bet Pierre Bourque had never picked up a hockey stick in his life.

Sort of a hijack, but I’ve run into Bourque three times in my life, twice while I was in journalism-school, once just after he was tossed from office. The man speaks in sound-bites. The first time I covered one of his speeches, he managed to use the words “world-class city” every second sentence. He also wears so much red make-up (for the omnipresent cameras) that he looks like a cooked lobster wearing rouge.

The second, he was answering the public’s questions on a wide range of answers. Managed to give an almost identical answer to each one – something along the lines of “We are looking into it, and we’ll take your views into account.”

The third time was last New Year’s Eve, just after he lost the election, at the Old Port with matt_mcl and scott evil. I forget – which one of you two was yelling things at him? :stuck_out_tongue:

They certainly exist here. Actually matt_mcl clerking himself at the Westmount Dairy Queen. If you do a search, you might fuind his infamous Blizzard rant.

That would have been matt, dear. :smiley:

  • s.e.