Fuck paradise! Fuck that damn paradise! Olimpico was an oasis. In the heart of hipster Mile End, a café without wi-fi, a room without facebook, a place where people sat with allongés and talked. Warm, convivial, filled with the sounds of clinking spoons, new friends, maybe sometimes a Madonna song. You think I am exaggerating? I am not exaggerating! You know I am not exaggerating!
Sean Michaels writing about what happened when the wonderful Cafe Olympico (truly a community center; whenever I’ve gone to Montreal I’ve been so impressed at the way people gather and chat here, petting dogs and kissing babies, on this truly lovely street) got… or at least was in close proximity to, free wi-fi.