Who knew I'd be in Canada, sitting in an Italian cafe, and listening to Rick James. Yes, I could have hung out here all day. It's not a large place, but the atmosphere is chill and the guy that works there is chill, so why not hang out here all day? Plus, he didn't get super annoyed that we weren't fluent in French (like most other places we went to in Montreal).
I ordered a latte and he asked me how much sugar I wanted. Ok, maybe it's an American thing but I've never been asked how much sugar I want in a latte. Normally, they just serve it to you and you have to figure out the rest. I was also trippin' that my hot latte came in a glass and not a ceramic mug. Again, I don't know if Montreal is just way cooler than the States (ok, I mean it kinda was), but it made me feel fancy. Oh, and the latte was good. We also ordered the donuts and they were delicious. Not too sweet, but just sweet enough.
Yea, this was the jam for me.