French and Fabulous

Sunday Afternoon in the Peg

Winner from the WAG

After four solid weeks of man-hunting, I decided a little “me” time was in order. So I headed to the Winnipeg Art Gallery to check out the “She Works” exhibition, a serious of photos and paintings that celebrate the history of women in the work force. Go girl!

But first, I needed to fuel up with a lazy breakfast at Storm, the WAG’s penthouse cafe. And that’s when I saw him: the most adorable guy to ever sport a pageboy hat sitting there all by himself eating a plate of eggs benny. 

Back home, I wouldn’t dream of striking up a conversation with a bloke in a cafe. People in the ’Couve tend to look at you like you’re off your meds if you try something as wild and crazy as small talk. 

But I wasn’t in Vancouver. I was in Winnipeg – on a cross-country tour searching for Mr. Right to boot. So I did it. 

“Are you from here?”

Not only did he say “no”, he said “no” in the cutest little French accent! Yes, the dating gods were definitely smiling down on me. I mean, meeting a cute French man in an art gallery cafe is almost as perfect as the time I met a blue-eyed Belfast boy on the train to Dublin. It’s the stuff that romance novels are made of.

Conversation ensued. I asked him if he wanted to check out the exhibitions with me and he did. Then we decided to grab a coffee at Bar Italia in the Peg’s Little Italy district. And I have to say I had really nice time talking to this honey of a man.

Alas, he had a flight to catch that afternoon, so I told him to give me a call the week I’m in Montreal and then we said our goodbyes (but not before, he flashed me the most adorable smile evah!).

Later that night…

I decided to take in some of the Jazz Fest. I went to Pyramid Cabaret to see King Khan & the BBQ show. I’ve seen them before. They rocked then and I’m sure they rocked this time too. But I didn’t stick around to find out. Nothing makes a woman on a cross-country man-hunt feel lonelier than sitting by herself in a sea of young hipsters (who aren’t into sharing tables, I might add.) So back to the hotel I went…alone. Still, I had such a lovely afternoon with my French Cutie, I’m not about to let this solitary ending tarnish the memory of my last day in ze Peg. 

Next stop: Hogtown!