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In Montreal there's a place of fame, Where people flock to with no shame, A temple of meats and smoked fish, Where every bite is worth a wish. Schwartz's Deli, oh how it sings, Of flavour piled high on rings, Of mustard's tang and rye bread's crunch, That make your taste buds dance a punch. … Continue reading Schwartz’s Smoked Meat – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Montreal, a city so fine, Bagels are a sacred sign, But don't you know, there's quite a fight, About who's got the bagels right. St. Viateur, Fairmount too, Both claim their bagels are the true, Each with its loyal devotees, Who'll argue endlessly and tease. Some say the water's the key, Others, the oven's … Continue reading The Bagel Wars – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Throughout dimly lit bars and main streets of Montreal, there's a band that echoes through the night like a siren's call. Their name is Offenbach, and they are the troubadours of this city's soul. Their sound is raw and unbridled, like the wind whipping through the streets of this concrete jungle. They sing of love … Continue reading Offenbach – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the back alleys of Montreal, amidst the steam rising from the grates, there emerged a band unlike any other. They called themselves Me, Mom and Morgentaler, and they were a wild and raucous bunch. Their sound was a fusion of punk, ska, and jazz, a melting pot of influences that swirled together to create … Continue reading Me, Mom & Morgentaler – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the streets of Montreal, where the snow falls thick and heavy, there was a band that stood out like a neon light in a sea of darkness. Men Without Hats they were called, a group of musicians who dared to dream in a city that often felt like it had forgotten how to. They … Continue reading Men Without Hats – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the dusky bars of Montreal, where the smoke curls like a lover's embrace, there echoes a sound that cuts through the haze like a knife through silk. It is the sound of Mahogany Rush, a band that has long been the darling of the city's music scene. Their music is a journey through the … Continue reading Mahogany Rush – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the smoky halls of Montreal, a band once playedTheir music stirring hearts and souls, a sound that never fadesHarmonium was their name, a group of troubadoursTheir melodies enchanted all, and left us wanting more With Serge Fiori as their guide, they traversed the sonic realmHis voice a beacon of light, in a world that … Continue reading Harmonium – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

My Montreal, my city of melancholy dreams, Where the snow falls gently and the streets gleam, And in the shadows of a thousand steeples, The Box, a band of beauty, pastimes ripples. Their music, a magic that filled the air, With each note a story, a soul laid bare, Their melodies a balm to all … Continue reading The Box – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the minds of Montrealers, a band once stood Their name, April Wine, and their music was good With guitars in hand and voices that soared They captivated crowds and left them wanting more Their sound was unique, a blend of rock and roll With lyrics that spoke to the depths of the soul They … Continue reading April Wine – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Ecoute, mon amour! my heart beats loud for Arcade Fire, the band so proud of Montreal, their home and crowd their music, like a symphony of violins, pianos, and guitars so free a perfect blend, oh can't you see how they touch our souls, you and me? Win, Régine, and the gang they sing, they … Continue reading Arcade Fire – Memories Through the Eyes of my City