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Katy Perry : Teenage Dream

For an album that was touted as the cementing of Katy Perry’s abilities as a credible singer/songwriter, Teenage Dream sure missed the mark. It’s bubblegum pop at its most extreme (read: cotton candy-scented liner notes!), and most of the lyrics are about as trite and non-poetic as those on a Britney album.

To be fair, the title song, “Teenage Dream,” is catchy in spite of its predictable structure and campy lyrics. Also known as her love song to fiancée Russell Brand, the track features a warm vocal performance and a much-needed departure from the electro pop sound of the album’s other hit single, “California Gurls.”

The other songs on the album are either forgettable (see: “T.G.I.F.” or “Pearl”), or quite memorable—but not for the reasons you might think. With songs like “Peacock”—whose subtle opening lyrics are “I want to see your peacock-cock-cock/your peacock-cock”—Perry essentially turns away the audience she seems to be beckoning with the cotton candy.

Songs like “Circle the Drain” at least prove Perry’s impressive belting abilities—not to mention her pseudo-feminist sensibilities. Sung in an almost Kelly-Clarkson-esque scream, the refrain “I want to be your lover/ Not your fucking mother” is a good compliment to the sugar-coated lyrics of “Teenage Dream.”

With some highly-infectious choruses and a respectable vocal range, Perry deserves her title as one of the biggest names in pop music today. But Teenage Dream is generic and vanilla at best, and it leaves you wishing you had just downloaded the single.

Arts & Entertainment, Film and TV

Blue deja vu

Business students, put away your books; James Cameron and Fox Studios are about to give you a marketing lesson to remember. Some of you might have had a feeling of déjà vu if you bumped into an Avatar: Soon in Theatres poster. I thought I was suffering from a space-time continuum illness. But I wasn’t. This September, Avatar was re-released on the big screen with nine extra minutes of footage. Same story, same actors, same images— exact same movie, but nine minutes longer.

Given the movie’s amazing critical and commercial success since its release last winter, it’s not much of a gamble to bet on its continued market appeal (DVD, merchandise, etc.) But the stakes here are a bit higher. Whether Cameron thinks we are all gullible or if he relies solely on unconditional Avatar fans (I’m talking about those who dream of a better life on Pandora on a daily basis), the plan is to try to sell something that has already been sold; make something new from something old, or in this case, make millions from something that has already pulled in $2.7 billion.  

What gives Fox and Cameron the confidence to do this and expect the big bucks once again? The frenzy of a “3D experience” is probably playing an important role. As much as movie theaters are, or were, about discovering new films, it is now also about the experience in itself. Simply look at the box office receipts of Shrek 4, Alice in Wonderland, and Toy Story 3. These movies have proven that technology and the visual experience have become a significant factor in the popularity and success of a movie. Who cares if we’ve all seen a particular love story or action scene 100 times? If you experience it in 3D, it’s fun, new, and cool. But I still can’t imagine cinema relying on the visual experience of special effects so much that it becomes an excuse to neglect the story and the cinematography behind it.

Now, my question is, what would cinema—that is, the art thereof—have to say about this? The fact that this is the second edition of the same movie brings up many questions about the lure of the 3D experience. Will everybody run back to theaters and spend the $12 to live it again for nine additional minutes? If every lucrative movie were to be re-released just because the producer found a couple of extra reels, a lot of us would feel like Hollywood was pulling our legs.

Will Avatar’s re-release work, or is it an obvious marketing trap nobody will fall into? It raises questions about the film industry, and reminds us that no matter how far cinema can take us—in this case, to a crazy world with blue people—it remains a business, and we remain its faithful consumers.

McGill, News

McGill teams to break in improved Molson Stadium

The newly-renovated Molson Stadium will see its first regular-season varsity action on Friday night as the men’s and women’s varsity soccer teams take on Sherbrooke.   The renovations were completed in June.  

The historic stadium, which was built in 1914 and has hosted  everyone from Queen Elizabeth II to The Police, gained 5,000 new seats. The capacity was pushed to 25,012 with the addition of an upper deck on the south side and new seats on the north and east sides. There are also 19 new luxury boxes, raising the total to 21.

New brick facades and a cleanly landscaped gated entrance have improved the stadium’s appearance.  Though they won’t be the first to play after the renovations, McGill players and staff are excited to make it their own this weekend.  

“We can’t underestimate the pride factor in having a fantastic stadium right on the McGill campus,” said athletic director Drew Love.    

Disabled patrons will have an easier time attending games because of the new elevators and accessible viewing areas.  

The renovations were undertaken at the request of the Montreal Alouettes, who signed a new lease last October.  The team agreed to stay through the 2029 season on the condition that the stadium be improved.  

“The Alouettes were the principal driver of this project,” said Love.

The project cost $29.4 million, and was undertaken by Quebec City’s EBC, Inc.  The Quebec government provided $19.4 million and the municipal government supplied $4 million, with the remainder coming from Alouettes owner Robert Wetenhall.  It is the most recent phase in a long expansion project that began when the Alouettes left Olympic Stadium. Though the Alouettes were excited about the venue after a successful playoff game in 1997, the stadium was in disrepair.

“Much of the stadium was beginning to crumble, the infrastructre was not safe,” said Love.

The first phase of the project added additional seats and lights, repaired the structure, and replaced the old surface with FieldTurf, a synthetic grass substitute.  The improvements were designed to make the stadium hospitable to both the Alouettes and student activities.  

“All the improvements we made to the stadium made it available on a seven-day basis from 6:30 in the morning to 11 at night,” said Love.

The stadium is used recreationally by McGill students, courses and intramural teams.    

The stadium’s new history exhibit shows these improvements to be part of a long, colourful past.  In 1919, the Stadium was named for Percival Molson, the legendary McGill athlete who was killed in France during the First World War. The stadium hosted the field hockey competition during the 1976 Summer Olympics.

Arts & Entertainment, Film and TV

Guns and sorrow

The Hollywood summer marketing machine has shifted its focus from the teenage audience back to an audience that wants quality movies. What a relief; Enter The American.

The premise is simple: Jack (George Clooney), a shady veteran spy with a knack for assembling weapons, is asked to build a rifle to very precise specifications. As you might have guessed, the weapon modification is illegal, so both Jack and Pavel (Johan Leysen) live in a perpetual state of seclusion and paranoia. Normally this type of gun request would be standard procedure for Jack, but a recent mishap that left his lover dead has caused him to, in Pavel’s words, “lose his edge.”             Although Jack has been instructed never to get too close to anyone, he slowly opens up to Father Benedetto (Paolo Bonacelli) and Clara (Violante Placido), a local prostitute. A romance forms with Clara, but neither are able to assess how serious the other wants the relationship to be. The priest, despite claiming that he “sees everything,” is also not without sin.

The movie is slow, as the camera lingers on faces and locations for effect. Conversations are concise and to the point—dialogue rarely involves more than two characters at a time. Social interaction seems to be a tool to get a job accomplished. To the characters, friendly chit-chat is frivolous.

Clooney knows how to play Clooney, and he takes his role almost too seriously. His character is a gloomy, one-dimensional bore unless he is talking about his weapons—something the mere mention of which always excites him. After seeing Clooney thrillers like Syriana and Michael Clayton, his style of acting in The American isn’t as robust as it could be. Here he only shows different shades of angry. Sometimes it’s a well-placed curse, sometimes a witty remark, other times a disapproving stare. He does this well, but it’s nothing new.

As a film, The American didn’t do anything wrong, and there was nothing in it to dislike. It’s a very specific study of a lonely, introspective man. However, it had no lingering effect after it ended. It wrapped itself up too nicely: no mess, no unanswered questions, no need for any further discussion.

Arts & Entertainment, Music

Reviving the undead through song

In this climate of all-things vampire, it is no surprise that Montreal’s Camp Broadway is now performing Dracula: The Musical. Based on Dracula, the Bram Stoker novel, the musical attempts to stay true to the classic Victorian tale—but this time, the story is propelled by dramatic musical numbers. With music by Frank Wildhorn—the renowned composer of shows like Jekyll & Hyde, The Scarlett Pimpernel, and Victor/Victoria—Dracula: The Musical is a romantic thriller that exploits the simultaneously evil and tragic aspects of the famed monster.

When the young English lawyer Jonathan Harker travels to a remote Transylvanian castle to fix a deal with the mysterious Count Dracula, he ends up unleashing a slew of unimaginable nightmarish events. Although Jonathan manages to narrowly escape from Dracula’s grip—as well as those of his seductive vampire brides—once the count has set his sights on Jonathan’s fiancée Mina there is no easy way to escape his seductive, blood-lusting, and manipulative powers. After Dracula bites Mina’s young friend Lucy and turns her into a vampire, it is up to Jonathan to ensure that Mina, who is slowly falling under Dracula’s spell, does not meet the same fate.

Although the production is intended to reflect the dramatic nature of Stoker’s work, it is not so easy to take the show’s purported gravitas seriously. The very nature of a musical—to turn every emotion and plot twist into an opportunity for song—almost undoes any potential for seriousness. Though Dracula bursts onto the stage as a symbol of horror and fright, he soon breaks into a soulful rendition of “Solitary Man”—a ballad of love, loss and despair (keep in mind that this play was written long before Forgetting Sarah Marshall).

The play feels kitschy rather than artistic, and gimmicky rather than substantial. There are certainly some memorable numbers—quite a few, in fact—but Dracula ultimately doesn’t hold a candle to that other musical about a reprehensible-yet tragic-figure, The Phantom of the Opera. The dialogue is corny at best, with a few vain attempts at humour, and a few more successful ones at melodrama.

The performance itself is also a bit amateurish. Though many of the actors had some pretty impressive vocal abilities—the notes were by no means easy to hit—the clumsiness of the venue undermined the cast. Not only were there moments of harmonic dissonance, but crashes of the sound system altogether.

But the play didn’t shy away from the novel’s inescapably erotic elements. Although there weren’t exactly live sex scenes—unlike many other contemporary vampire remakes—the musical makes no attempt to hide the fact that the vampire is a sexual being, and the nature of his power distinctly carnal. He lures victims by sinking his fangs into their neck, and induces an erotic desire that eventually leads them to invite him into their beds. In that sense, Mina’s struggle to reconcile her increasing lust for Dracula with the knowledge that he is a nefarious force was fairly convincing.

It is comforting to know that the genre of the musical is not entirely dead. Sure, the cynical voyeur can always ask, “Why are they singing about that?” or “Another song? Really?” But sometimes it’s nice to put all the sarcasm aside, and just shut up and listen to people sing—even if it is about Dracula.

Dracula: The Musical runs September 10-11 at the Gesù Theatre. Tickets are $25, and are available through the box office: 514-790-1245

Features

Covering Chicago from Chicago: A Start-Up Takes On the City’s Daily Papers

On a recent Wednesday morning in Chicago, three of the city’s veteran newspaper editors sat around a desk in a small office eight floors above Lake Street, talking about story ideas. The men—Jim Kirk, David Greising, and Bill Parker, all in shirtsleeves—were discussing how to cover the trial of Rod Blagojevich, the former Illinois governor, when Dan Mihalopoulos poked his head through the doorway. “Hey,” he said in a soft voice. “We just got a tip Rosty died.”

Dropping Blagojevich, the editors immediately pivoted to deal with the news that Rosty—Dan Rostenkowski, the powerful Chicago congressman who reigned over the House’s Ways and Means Committee in the 1980s—had passed away. The story hadn’t yet broken on the websites of either the Chicago Tribune or the Sun-Times, the city’s two daily newspapers, but the editors guessed it would soon. As Mihalopoulos rushed off to confirm the news and file a story for the Internet, Kirk, Greising, and Parker began discussing how to take a fresh angle on the still-breaking story.

Along with James O’Shea, the three editors in the office that morning head up the Chicago News Cooperative, the city’s newest newsroom. Conceived and founded last year by O’Shea, a longtime Chicago journalist, the CNC is a nonprofit news outlet that began producing pages for the New York Times’ Chicago edition in November. Since then, the organization has become one of the first planks in the Times’ strategy to expand its local coverage in cities across the Unites States. As America’s big-city dailies lay off reporters and slash their metropolitan coverage, the Times is contracting with online outlets like the CNC to fill the void.

The CNC, Parker said in an interview last month, is a distinctly Chicago organization, dedicated to covering the colour and personality of the city. But the conversation that led to the start-up’s founding, oddly enough, took place two years ago at Yankee Stadium in New York.

In 2008, Peter Osnos, a former editor at the Washington Post and the founder of Public Affairs Books, a New York publishing house, attended a Yankees game with several Chicago friends. Osnos’ son, Evan, a foreign correspondent for the Chicago Tribune, had decided to leave the paper for the New Yorker, and the topic of Chicago’s newspapers came up at the ballgame. Sam Zell, a Chicago real estate mogul, had bought the Tribune several months before and was taking it in a direction neither Osnos nor his son approved of. His friends at the game, though, didn’t seem too perturbed. “The two great newspapers in Chicago were in the process of being gutted,” said Osnos, a distinguished-looking man in khakis and a button-down, at his offices overlooking 57th Street in Manhattan on a recent afternoon. “I was stunned, and kind of dismayed, that they didn’t know what was at stake.”

One of Osnos’ friends at the game that afternoon was Martin J. Koldyke, a prominent Chicago figure and the former chairman of the board of Chicago’s public television station. If Osnos thought the decline of Chicago media was such a problem, Koldyke said, then why didn’t he come up with a plan to do something about it? That summer, Osnos did just that. At his house in Lakeside, Michigan, across the lake from Chicago, he drafted a memo in which he envisioned a new type of Chicago news outlet—”a Web-based news-gathering enterprise that would augment public radio and television.” And over the next year, Osnos, Koldyke, and a few others began searching for someone to lead the start-up.

After talking to several people, Osnos called James O’Shea, a former editor at the Tribune who had previously helmed the Los Angeles Times, in June 2009. At the time, O’Shea was finishing up a fellowship at Harvard’s Joan Shorenstein Center on the Press, Politics, and Public Policy. Osnos knew him because he was writing a book about Sam Zell’s purchase of the Tribune—tentatively titled “The Deal from Hell”—for Public Affairs Books. When Osnos phoned him, O’Shea said, “I agreed that I would help become a catalyst to help get this thing off the ground.”

The Chicago start-up was, at this point, still little more than an idea. The organization, O’Shea said, had no money and only the germ of a business model. But at the same time Osnos was recruiting O’Shea, editors at the New York Times were working on their own designs for the Chicago news market. The Times, said Jim Schachter, an associate managing editor there, had some hints at the time that the Wall Street Journal was planning to start regional coverage of Chicago and San Francisco. “They’re our primary national newspaper competitor,” Schachter continued, “and we don’t like them to beat us at anything. It’s not good.”

Back in Chicago, Monica Davey, the Times’ Chicago bureau chief, had heard about O’Shea’s plans to launch a start-up and mentioned them to Schachter. Could the Times perhaps collaborate with the start-up? “My attention was caught,” Schachter said, “because the notion of having an editor who editors here knew and respected at the other end of the phone really eases the way for an arrangement like this.”

After speaking with Schachter, O’Shea flew to New York and met with Bill Keller, the Times’ executive editor, a conversation Schachter laughingly likened to George W. Bush sitting down with Vladimir Putin. With Osnos’ help, the two men struck a tentative deal: if O’Shea could put together a business plan by September 1, the Times would help the new organization get started.

When he returned to Chicago, O’Shea moved quickly, approaching the MacArthur Foundation to ask for a seed investment. “Amazingly, within three weeks,” he said, “they approved a $500,000 grant.” With the support of Osnos, Koldyke, and other influential Chicagoans, several organizations in the city chipped in to help the CNC get started. WTTW, the public television station, agreed to host the CNC under its nonprofit umbrella, and Winston & Strawn, a Chicago law firm, provided legal services pro bono. With the funding from the Times and the MacArthur Foundation, O’Shea had enough money to get started.

To staff the start-up, O’Shea took advantage of the large pool of disaffected current and former Tribune reporters and editors. “I had in mind some of the people I was going to go after,” he said. “One of them was Dan Mihalopoulos,” a City Hall reporter at the Tribune who was one of O’Shea’s first CNC hires. He also recruited Katie Fretland, a former Tribune reporter who had left for the Omaha World-Herald, to join Mihalopoulos at City Hall. The start-up’s top editors came from the Tribune as well. Bill Parker, for instance, a bespectacled deputy editor for the CNC with silver hair and a serious demeanor, had buyout offer from the Tribune after more than three decades there. “I was struck by the direction the paper went, and not pleasantly,” he said. “It made me angry, and it made me very sad. I think that was true for both me and many of my colleagues who left the paper after the Zell transaction.”

The CNC published its first two pages in the New York Times on Friday, November 20, with the lead story about the tremendous profits netted by the company running Chicago’s parking metres, written by Dan Mihalopoulos. In its first nine months of operation, O’Shea said, the CNC has covered the types of stories the Tribune no longer goes after. “We’ve focused, initially at least, on areas we feel the major dailies have backed out of, such as City Hall,” he said. “Anybody who covers Chicago has to cover that. We now have three people covering city and county government. And frankly, that’s more than the Tribune does.”

Seated behind the white Formica desk in his office—a small glass Pulitzer Prize rests inconspicuously on one corner— O’Shea spoke glowingly about a recent piece on La Familia Michoacana, a Mexican drug cartel that kidnaps family members of Mexicans in the Chicago area and holds them for ransom in Mexico. Neither the Tribune nor the Sun-Times had covered the st
ory, he said. The CNC has also concentrated on cultural coverage. A December story by a CNC staff writer, Jessica Reaves, probed the reasons Chicago’s Steppenwolf Theatre Company has been able to send the casts of its Chicago productions to Broadway, rather than replacing them with more famous actors.

Because the CNC’s content appears only twice a week in the Times, the start-up is often forced to cover issues in innovative ways. When Mihalopoulos got the Rostenkowski tip, for example, Kirk, Greising, and Parker quickly diced the possibilities. Both the Tribune and the Times would run comprehensive obituaries, Greising said, but maybe James Warren would be interested in writing a column about it. Parker then called Warren, the Tribune’s former Washington correspondent and a columnist for the CNC. Though he was on vacation in Michigan at the time, Warren agreed to write about Rostenkowski.

Warren’s column, which appeared two days later in the Friday edition, was unlike anything else in the Times that day. In it, Warren reminisced about a meal with Rostenkowski in a distinctly Chicago voice, calling him the “grand poobah of Congress.” But Times editors often let such terminology—such as referring to Rod Blagojevich, the former governor, as “Blago”—slide on the CNC’s pages. “You don’t want the pages to look like you’re doing Chicago from New York,” said Jill Agostino, an assistant national editor at the Times who coordinates with the CNC on a daily basis. “Even though it looks like the New York Times, it’s got to feel like you’re doing Chicago from Chicago.”

The Tribune and the Sun-Times have not been the only American newspapers to slash their news budgets in recent years. But both the Times and the Wall Street Journal seem to see opportunity in hard-hit newspaper markets. In October, the Times launched a local-content edition in the Bay Area, where the daily papers, the San Francisco Chronicle and the San Jose Mercury News, have both seen severe cutbacks. (The content for that edition, initially produced by Times reporters and freelancers, is currently provided by the Bay Citizen, an online start-up with ties to the University of California, Berkeley.) The Wall Street Journal launched its own San Francisco edition in November.

This fall, the Times will debut its third local edition in Austin, Texas, in partnership with an online start-up called the Texas Tribune. In the next few years, the Times is considering launching up to a dozen more local editions in major cities if it finds suitable partners. “The goal of these zoned editions,” Schachter said, “is to stop [our national circulation] decline and, if possible, grow a little bit.” While Schachter declined to provide any numbers, O’Shea said the Times’ circulation in Chicago had risen modestly, with about 800 new subscriptions. “In their minds, this here has been very successful,” he added. “They’re selling more ads than they thought they would. They were hoping they would just flatten out their readership, but it’s actually up.”

The CNC’s plans, however, include more than just providing content to the Times. “We’d like CNC itself to have its own identity and to be viewed as a source of enterprising, substantive, original journalism in Chicago,” said David Greising, the CNC’s general manager and a deputy editor,”We’d like the New York Times to be part of that, but not the sum and substance of it.” In October, the organization plans to launch a new website that it hopes will bring in more advertising revenue, which in turn will enable it to produce more content. And in January, O’Shea hopes to debut his most original idea, which he calls news-interest networks—social networking sites based around a specific area of the news in which readers might be interested, such as education. Members will be charged $2 per week to subscribe.

Taken together, the CNC’s modus operandi—relying on revenue from Web advertising, content sales to the Times, and the news-interest networks—could deliver what inspired Osnos to start the outlet in the first place: a new business model for news organizations. The prospect, Greising said, is both daunting and exhilarating. “Part of the excitement and challenge is that because nobody’s done it, it’ll be fun when we break through with something,” he added. “It’s an invigorating thing to be involved with.”

Student Life

From China to Syria, unusual savours around the world

A true test for the world-traveler is whether they are able to adapt to the local culinary customs. Horror stories of total body evacuation by oral or rectal means are far too common. It is natural for the body to react this way to a new diet, but once the problem is solved, the mind requires much more persuasion.

Food is one of the most obvious ways in which cultural differences are expressed. If you are what you eat, then what you eat can say a lot about a culture, from French to Chinese. In my travels, some of the most grueling difficulties I’ve encountered have stemmed from food. A host can be easily insulted by a foreign guest’s facial expression. Sometimes the best way to go about a meal is to just close your eyes and swallow hard—and yes, I am aware of my choice of words.

Here are a few of the most gruesome dishes I’ve come across:

Calamares en su tinta

This Spanish delicacy is quite literally the translation of “squid in its own ink,” and resembles something you would find in The Little Mermaid’s Ursula’s dark cauldron.  

Calamares en su tinta is made very simply. Once the squid has been cut and fried, onions and tomatoes are added into the still-sizzling pan. After seasoning, the ink is added.  The result is an awful sight: squid tentacles swimming in a pitch black liquid sauce.

Taste aside, the dish will leave its consumer with black residue all over their faces and tentacles stuck between their teeth.

Syrian mystery desert

Syria has some of the most wonderful food in the world; however, it was in a bazaar in Aleppo that I came across one of the most disgusting desserts that I have ever tried.

A couple of friends and I approached a stand selling these bizarre things with curiosity in our eyes, but complete ignorance as to what was about to besiege our taste buds. It proved to be, as one of my friends has put it, “One of the worst things I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

I can only hazard a guess as to what the contents of this so-called delicacy were. In its core lay a stalk of ginger covered in a hardened, salted, gelatin substance, somewhat similar to the tapioca balls in bubble tea. It was difficult to bite into one of those things and hold a smile on my face for the poor man behind the small stand. We thanked him kindly, then quickly walked away, finding the nearest garbage bin to dispose of whatever we hadn’t yet swallowed.

Chicken feet in China

A typical dish served at dimsum, chicken feet can be found anywhere from a rural village in China to the bustling streets of New York City’s Chinatown.

Chicken feet taste like the cooked skin of a chicken, which doesn’t sound too bad. However, it’s the appearance of the claws that will deter you from, well, swallowing. Just thinking of the nail at the end of the thin talon that scrapes against your tongue makes it  hard to swallow whatever skin is left on the bony limb.

I’ve tried it once, just to be able to say I’ve tried it, and actually quite liked it, but my mind could only stomach about a square millimetre of chicken feet.

Ayran

This Turkish refreshment is yogourt-based, with a little bit of water and salt added to it. The clash of yogurt with salt makes many foreigners steer clear of it. This, indeed, was my first instinct with ayran, but by the end of my stay in Turkey, I was dying for a refreshing glass of the stuff at every opportunity, and even had a local teach me how to make it. 

Student Life

Grilled cheese and wine in the heart of the Plateau

There are only a few things in the culinary world that I’m truly averse to: green bell peppers, scallops, and blue cheese. The first is an under-ripe version of the sweet, delightful, red pepper, while scallops are too fishy to be appetizing, and blue cheese just makes me want to brush my teeth.

There’s something about moldy cheese—be it roquefort, gorgonzola, or fromage bleu d’Auvergne—that makes me ill. No amount of creaminess can balance that sharp bite and pungent odor, and the aftertaste that lingers for hours.

When I heard that L’emporte-pièce in the Plateau was serving grilled cheese with blue cheese and two of my favourite foods—caramelized onions and raisin bread—I was conflicted. The menu presents three grown-up versions of this comfort food: classic apple and local cheddar, gruyere and roast beef, and the moldy-cheese-meets-sweet-onions combination. At $7 per sandwich, it’s certainly more expensive than white bread and melted Kraft Singles, but then again, it also contains real cheese.

I decided to be adventurous, knowing the worst thing that could happen would be that I’d have to order a second cheesy treat. However, I was pleasantly surprised: the sweet raisin bread—fresh from a Hochelega bakery—and caramelized onions balanced the sharp cheese, and on the whole it tasted delightfully creamy. I won’t be adding blue cheese to my salads or topping burgers with it anytime soon, but it’s no longer on my food blacklist.

Most restaurants in the St. Denis area are overpriced, overcrowded, and underwhelming. But head north past Mont Royal, and you’ll find a hole in the wall that’s worthy of its prices and that pairs casual food with good French wine. Since opening in April, L’emporte-pièce has reigned in a large variety of customers, ranging from students searching for coffee that’s not from Second Cup, to business people looking for decent lunch and dinner fare.

With friendly staff and the kitchen in full view, L’emporte-pièce is a chicer version of the nearby Patati Patata. Seating is limited to a few small tables, but an outdoor terrace triples the capacity in temperate weather. The restaurant is redefining takeout, with freshly prepared meals that combine bistro quality with the ease of fast food.

The menu changes every few days, and this week’s specials included gazpacho, a salmon wrap with mango and yogourt, and chicken with a Hungarian paprika sauce. Their famous grilled cheese, however, remains the same year-round. Paired with a glass of Côte du Rhône, a microbrew, or sangria, all of which are cheap ($4.50 per serving), L’emporte-pièce will impress  even the snobbiest of cheese connoisseurs.

L’emporte-pièce also serves breakfast, with coffee from the 49th Parallel. Their French pastries leave something to be desired, but considering that one person serves as a host, server, and cook, it’s easy to understand.

Where: 418 Gilford, just north of St. Denis and Mont Royal.

Price: $10-15 per person

Open Monday–Friday, 7:00 a.m.–10:00 p.m. and Saturday–Sunday, 8:30 a.m.–10 p.m.

Student Life

Divine designs for a grungy ghetto apartment

Class has started, your apartment is filled with Ikea boxes, and furniture is awkwardly pushed against walls. No one has time to keep their apartment feng shui, but some basic interior design tips can make any apartment feel less like an impersonal rented studio.

Previous tenant catastrophes

Vomit-stained carpets, holes in the wall, and unidentifiable crud in the bathroom await most students in their new abodes. Ask the landlord to have the apartment cleaned, and don’t be afraid to report any previous damage. Sites like landorslum.com have made bullying landlords a bit more accountable.

Impenetrable floor stains can easily be covered by area rugs. Companies like FLOR design inexpensive carpet tiles which can be customized to fit any room, including the bathroom. Depending on  their size, holes in the walls can be filled with spackle or covered by artwork.

Mustard yellow walls?

 No, thank you.  Check with the landlord, most don’t mind neutral colors. If they’re sticklers for white walls, choose one wall to accent with a bold color, and repaint before moving out. Painting isn’t complicated, but it’s a four-step process that must be followed for good results: sand, wash, prime, and two coats of color. Use a small, angled brush near woodwork, corners, and the ceiling, and a large roller for the rest.

I have that poster, too!

Posters are a great way to tell people what bands you like, if you’re part of Team Edward, or if you love Starry Night, in case the information wasn’t already obvious. Personal photos say much more about you than Ikea prints. Find photos—from your memory card or from the godsend Flickr—of your favorite places, your hometown, or anything else that suits your fancy. A photo store can produce large prints at a cheaper cost than posters. Use a program like paint.net to convert them to black and white, and hang them using a cheap frame. Cut out photos from magazines, or pull a Jackson Pollock and splatter some paint on a canvas.

You live in a hall closet

Mirrors make rooms look bigger. When practical, leave blinds and curtains open to direct attention outside. Otherwise, adopt a minimalist philosophy towards your belongings: if you haven’t used or looked at something in a year, throw it out.

Lining a wall with bookshelves is a classic way to make use of an empty wall in a larger room. Many bookshelves come with optional wooden doors for lower shelves that can act as storage space for unsightly items. Fill the open areas with books, vases, or knick-knacks, and the covered portion with kitchen equipment, tools, cleaning supplies, or all five seasons of How I Met Your Mother.

Kitchen nightmares

Most kitchenettes are a flashback to the 1980s and have less space and storage than a bathroom.  To add some flare to a bland kitchen, paint the cabinets and update the small appliances. Store all unnecessary pots, pans, dishes, and food to take advantage of possible counter space. Cutting boards can be extended over the sink for extra workspace.  Use patterned dish towels to accent the space.  

Quick fixes

For couches and upholstered chairs stained beyond repair, invest in furniture covers. Available in neutral colors and bold prints, these inexpensive, washable covers provide an instant facelift.

Dark Montreal winters can make any room drab and uninviting. Many landlords skimp on overhead lighting to avoid high electrical bills. Use high-watt light bulbs when possible, and make sure each room has at least three light sources.

Redecorating an entire apartment can be overwhelming. For a quick change, pick an accent colour and carry it from room to room. Try a bright geometrically patterned pillow, artwork, or a funky lamp from a thrift store.

Enlist the help of a strong friend and experiment with furniture placement. Workspaces and dining areas should be near windows, and  furniture should be centred on a focal point such as a television or piece of artwork. Placing furniture against walls may maximize floor space, but it looks awkward and uninviting.

Student Life

Getting a ride without maxing out your credit card

A wise man once told me “A Bixi is like a prostitute. It’s only five bucks, and everyone gets a ride.” I countered that a Bixi can’t contract venereal diseases, a safety feature that has certainly helped the Bixi system attract millions of riders since its introduction to Montreal’s streets last summer.

The Bixi—a contraction of bicycle and taxi—bicycle sharing system is the first of its kind in North America.  A similar system, Velib’, was launched in Paris in 2007, and in typical Quebec fashion, the idea was imported to Montreal. The bicycle network has been successful and now rents nearly 5,000 bikes, introduced in stages from season to season. In winter, you won’t see any around (although I’m patenting a sled-dog-xi system), but as the snow starts to thaw, the stations are gradually reintroduced. The stations are removed starting in September, when the cool temperatures forces Bixis into hibernation for the winter.

You’ve most likely seen two or more people riding a Bixi­—often the same one—and wondered how the system works. Drunken riders who take their Bixis home for the night may wake up to hundreds of dollars on their credit card bills, and many sober ones still mistakenly think that the first 30 minutes are free.

There are two ways to rent a Bixi: a daily rental, or a longer term  subscription. Daily $5 rentals last for 24 hours. Then, for each bike that you rent in that 24 hours, the first 30 minutes of riding is free; the second half hour costs $1.50 (plus the $5 for the 24-hour rental), the third half-hour another $3, and each subsequent 30 minutes run you $6. You can re-check out bikes at no additional flat-rate in the 24-hour period (although the time rates still apply).

The other rental method, a subscription, permits users to access a Bixi for a month or a year. A 30-day subscription costs $28, while a year runs for $78. However, the same ride-time-usage charges apply as the 24-hour rental. These charges are in place because Bixis are intended to be used as a form of transportation, not for longer, leisurely rides. The goal is to keep Bixis constantly moving from station to station so that other users can have access to them as well.

The monthly or yearly subscription comes with a key that you simply insert into the bike rack to go for a ride, while the day rental requires you swipe your credit card at the kiosk and enter an unlocking code each time you want a bike. Daily renters will be charged a $250 holding fee, which is returned when the Bixi is checked into another station. There’s also an option to report damage to one of the bikes.

The Bixi stations are powered by solar panels on top of the kiosk, which means the stations are sometimes moved in order to get more sunshine. Similar systems are spreading to other North American cities, from Waterloo to Minneapolis. Bixis are a great replacement for bicycle owners, as well as a unique engineering achievement with advanced counter-theft measures and bicycle design. However, they’re not going to replace the STM anytime soon. While McGill security won’t let you ride your Bixi through campus, it’s still a great way to get anywhere on the island, from St. Viateur to the Old Port to the Mount-Royal chalet.

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