photos by Madd Hattere It’s four o’clock in the morning in Montreal at a dive restaurant down the street from a student residence, where you go for the most drunken drunk food of your life. They're closed, but someone's in there, so ...Read More
Sharing in the Chicken of Knowledge Past was evidently not enough to satiate me. But it was cognitively far too much: the digestion has dislodged my primary processing and severely damaged my biological rhythms. I lay flummoxed at the side ...Read More
A man walks into a restaurant with his family, chatting amicably and smiling in preparation of a casual meal out, until he looks over the shoulder of another restaurant patron and witnesses utter carnage to a degree that he has ...Read More
photo/Matthew Filipowich I have undertaken, in these notes, the challenge that a vegetarian faces every day: not eating meat. I am skeptically hanging up my canines to embrace the molar action that I predominantly deem less important. Not that I am ...Read More
