Last night we met a couple of friends for a beer after work. After a beer (or two) we decided to go for dinner only to discover a line up at the restaurant.

And that is where everything went wrong.

The restaurant is next to a bar that serves the best Mojitos in all of Montreal – where else to out wait the dinner rush.

At this lovely bar they use whole sprigs of mint instead of a pathetic spattering of soggy leaves.

They use Bacardi Rum which I’ve been a staunch supporter of ever since they set up their free samples stand in Charles de Gaulle airport – even though I’m not usually a fan of warm rum in a plastic shot glass anything that can distract from the collapsing ceilings, garbage strikes and rude mobs that define Paris airport is top on my list of friends

They muddle* the mint and lime with a giant wooden stick. Actually staff is probably a more apt description *(muddle = mash, mix and crush – I learned that at the Bacardi free sample stand).

And they serve the whole thing in a giant mason jar.

Did I mention that the mason jars are giant?

I did, didn’t I. Sorry my memory isn’t all that great today, because of all the rum they need to fill those giant mason jars.

The only real question that remains is…why did I have two?