Shite! I didn't know this existed. Great fucking job, excuse the French! Nick Robinson here, hiding beneath some disguise as usual . . . me of montrealfood.com infamy. My parents loved Nick and so I loved Nick, because we had the same name, but because he wrote great stuff. And we both drank a lot. I'll always remember the only time I spoke to him. It was quite by accident. He'd run something in his column-he was sick at the time-that said that if blah blah blah someone faxed him blah blah blah he would take them out to dinner, and he actually put the phone number in his column, so I faxed him. Imagine my surprise (it was about 9 a.m.) when a sleepy voice answered the phone. "Hello?" I thought for a sec-fuck, this was NICK AUF DER MAUR! The guy I'd been reading since the Montreal Star and now the Gazette, and wow, this was him! And I just said "Nick, this is Nick. Do you realise that you've put your personal home phone number in your Gazette column, thinking it was your fax number?" HE thought for a sec and then he said "Oh. Sorry. Thanks." "Bye, Nick," I said, because I couldn't think of anything else to say, and he said "Bye." Too bad-I would have loved to have gone to dinner with him. I see you had Barry Lazar with you in this . . . he was my co-conspirator at montrealfood . . . Thanks for this! Now I'm all teary eyed. Cheers
Shite! I didn't know this existed. Great fucking job, excuse the French! Nick Robinson here, hiding beneath some disguise as usual . . . me of montrealfood.com infamy. My parents loved Nick and so I loved Nick, because we had the same name, but because he wrote great stuff. And we both drank a lot. I'll always remember the only time I spoke to him. It was quite by accident. He'd run something in his column-he was sick at the time-that said that if blah blah blah someone faxed him blah blah blah he would take them out to dinner, and he actually put the phone number in his column, so I faxed him.
Imagine my surprise (it was about 9 a.m.) when a sleepy voice answered the phone. "Hello?"
I thought for a sec-fuck, this was NICK AUF DER MAUR! The guy I'd been reading since the Montreal Star and now the Gazette, and wow, this was him! And I just said "Nick, this is Nick. Do you realise that you've put your personal home phone number in your Gazette column, thinking it was your fax number?"
HE thought for a sec and then he said "Oh. Sorry. Thanks."
"Bye, Nick," I said, because I couldn't think of anything else to say, and he said "Bye."
Too bad-I would have loved to have gone to dinner with him.
I see you had Barry Lazar with you in this . . . he was my co-conspirator at montrealfood . . .
Thanks for this! Now I'm all teary eyed. Cheers
One of the best people I ever knew. I loved him dearly. Shine on, you crazy diamond.