Food lover and fearless forager Sara Berg-Johnson recently ventured out on her second Montreal taxi adventure. Here's the story of her journey with Charles - a former barbershop owner who's driving a cab to put his kids through private school - along with a run-down of her first taste of Haitian food on Rue
When we spotted the beautifully dressed families outside Ambiance Caribbean Restaurant on Avenue L on Saturday evening, my co-adventurers and I had two thoughts: 1. We were headed to the right place. 2. We hoped that the right place had six seats for us.
At $5.75 for eight, the soup dumplings at Grand Sichuan are worth a stop, especially since there's a taxi stand close by (on 28th St. between 9th and 10th). I wasn't far from that taxi stand when I hailed Gardy, who showed nothing but Haitian hospitality as we made our way to Union Square...
There are times when driving a cab feels a lot like being on an urban safari, where I play the part of a caffeinated hunter on a desperate search for passengers. When I pulled into the taxi holding lot at Kennedy airport yesterday, I felt like I’d left the safari and entered a zoo.
Today’s was a hard-fought food quest. After two failed attempts to persuade cabbies to guide us to their favorite spots to eat – taxi driver #1 flat-out refused to reveal his preferred restaurant in Queens, while hack #2 tried to take us to Carmine’s – we climbed into Leslie Destine’s cab. After 40 years