Post-birding eats

  We ended up in St-Jean-sur-Richelieu in another attempt to find the Greylag Goose, unsuccessfully.  I always find the South Shore and thereabouts to be a depressing, ominous place.  Miserable-looking people stand hunched at bus stops in the middle of nowhere.  Anyways, we ate a very late breakfast at this redonkulous egg place, a real rib-sticker meal.  I don't feel like I'll ever hungry again.  There was most definitely enough food on each plate to feed the average Asian family for a few days.  I'm the 1%!  I'm the 1%!