Hey Bastid, It's been ages since you updated this portion of your website. Has no one been asking you questions? Nothing to rant about? Come on, there's gotta be something. Well as a matter of fact, someone just asked me a question I deemed suitable for this page today. They asked me, "Bastid, you look like a man who is pationate about his food. With all great passion comes pain. What food makes you cringe?". I said without time for thought: "Processed Cheese". Let me put it like this. I wouldn't hate it so much if it wasn't such a restaurant cop out. Cheese is cheese. Processed cheese is not cheese. It's processed cheese. Typically, I order a sandwich with cheese on it, because I like cheese on my sandwiches. When it comes back with processed cheese on it, I get extremely mad. Almost hostile. I feel tricked. Mislead. Lied to. Most 'chefs' or 'sandwich artists' try and mask it in it's 'not-so-obvious' 'melted' form. Give me a break. The shitty little square already looks melted when you take off the little plastic wrapper. You can't fool me with that yellow-off-orange slime running off my piece of chicken. Back off. Hey Bastid, you travel a lot. How do you feel about Air Canada? Well, you see, it’s funny that you ask. I am currently on hold for the 57th minute, trying to see WHY my flight has been cancelled. I love them. Their customer service is great. And, guess what? They now charge a 5 dollar fee for fares NOT booked on their website. Sorry for the hassle, guys! Didn’t mean to ACTUALLY TALK TO SOMEONE. Then you go to check in for a flight and they’ve got 4 “executive class” check in booths with attendants essentially playing with their pens, and one or two “regular” check in booths with line-ups of 50+. Makes sense! Oh yeah, and I am a big fan of their “self-service” check-in booths and luggage drop-offs. If I worked for Air Canada, I’d feel like a chicken in a chicken coup….it’s only a matter of time. Still on hold….. Hey Bastid, what do you love most about living in Montreal? Some may say the restaurants. Others may say the women. Me, the thing I love the most about Montreal is the cigarettes. People smoke without abandon. I mean, it's not unusual to see a local spark one while riding they're bike up St. Laurent. Or maybe you'll see a 40 year old mother chiefin' away on a cigarette in front of a local "Jean Coutu" while her 4 kids pick up gum off the street. Or maybe they'll blow some smoke out your ass while you're inhaling a sandwich downtown at some restaurant. It's amazing. That sort of liberty is why God put us here. The liberty to smoke our Du Mauriers, our Marlboros, our Lucky Strikes, hell, even our Craven "A"s. Cigarettes are the best. Ask The Bastid anythang. Hit me.