I'm sitting here snug in my Sofitel slippers and robe looking down at Sherbrooke Street (argh no more shops, please!) from the 15th floor. They upgraded me to a suite, they could see I needed it. My crumpled suit and the charcoal cavities beneath my eyes must have moved the receptionist. Although, this is my second upgrade this week. I stayed 3 nights at the Zaza and they did exactly the same thing. They also provided me with two extra large condoms, a packet of lube and my own personal oxygen cannister. If only.

Travelling fucking sucks. These planes, they all get delayed. You miss meetings and connections and the check-in staff are botoxed into a total lack of empathy. I is pointless to care. I have learned their craft in one swift week. I am the water off a duck's arse.

I have been to Japan, Texas and Quebec in the same week - all foreign countries. All with great service. All not New York - a city I am pining for these days.

This is my first stay in a Sofitel - a hotel chain which has been highly recommended to me for three years by a particularly good friend of mine who took me here for dinner tonight, a place which rates up there with my all times favourites ever. Like a mixture of WD50 with Blue Hill. Strangely bizarre that I spent a whole week recently laboring over which of those to I would rather have someone take me on Tuesday. [I shouted for Blue Hill in the end, just cos it's closer to my apartment]. Anyway whenever you feel like going to Montreal call L'epicier at least three weeks in advance. You will not be disappointed, especially if you go with the degustation menu - it kicks the arse off French Laundry, an overrated jerk circle of a restaurant.

But what the fuck happened to the Canadian $, people? My handy hotel guide tells me the rate is CS$1.09 to the US$. I came here three years ago when it was closer to $2 to $1. Argh. This is not a cheap town - it makes Tokyo look like Blackpool.

Ah Tokyo. The home of the best sushi in the world - and here for all to try at a reasonable price. Try it here. Knock yourself out. We did.

That's enough of my public service announcement. It snowed here in Montreal tonight. I'm sleeping in tomorrow, if my jet lag will let me.