Guess I’m showing my age here, but I remember when statutory holidays, like Christmas and New Years and Easter and Victoria Day and Labour Day, were just that: Statutory. Everything was shut down. Banks, the postal service, schools, offices, grocery stores, all retailers in fact. But now, at least here in Toronto, that’s definitely no longer the case.
This past weekend was Easter weekend. I naturally assumed everything would be closed on Good Friday. I know it used to be. I remember in Montreal, where I’m from, you could have rolled a bowling ball down any major street in the city and it wouldn’t have hit a soul. The streets were dead. D E A D. It was like a ghost town. Eerie, actually.
There was a french restaurant I loved. Chez George. If you didn’t know it was there, you wouldn’t have known it was there. It was tucked away on a small, downtown side street (Stanley Street), in a tiny, nondescript building, up a couple of very steep flights of stairs.
Two small, always jammed-to-the-rafters, noisy rooms, crammed with white-clothed tables literally on top of each other. And in the front room, which is where everyone always wanted to sit, there was also long bar all along one wall. Even if you had a reservation you waited in line for at least 30 or 40 minutes for your table. Funny thing was, nobody ever seemed to mind.
Fabulous food and a spectacular wine list. Chez George is, in fact, where I was first introduced to one of my all time favourite alcoholic beverages — Lillet. The restaurant owners were French, from France and all the waiters were French. You heard very little English spoken in there, even before the Separatists got into power and mandated it.
They (the restaurateurs) used to defy the law and open on Good Friday for lunch (and stay open until early evening), but only those people in the know, knew. It was a very risky move on their part because if discovered, they would have lost their liquor licence.
So the whole manouever was very stealthy. It was like being a member of a secret society. The front door was locked and the lights were out. The only way in was up the fire escape around back in the alley where all the mice and rats hung out; and, once you arrived at the door, which was bolted from the inside, there was a special knock or else they wouldn’t let you in. Seriously, I’m not making this up. It was not unlike getting into a speakeasy in the day (no, I’m not that old, I’m surmising).
Because not that many people knew about their sinful practice it was never crowded. So it was like being at a private party and we’d all hang out there for hours and hours eating and drinking far too much and having the best time. Climbing down the fire escape, at dusk, when tipsy was quite interesting, as I recall.
Wonderful memories I must say.
Back, regrettably, to Toronto, though. This past Good Friday. A friend and I were talking about the long weekend during the week, thinking about what we might do — especially on the Friday when nothing would be open. Or so we assumed.
We were wrong. At least as far as stores and restaurants are concerned.
I’d even rushed to do my grocery shopping on Thursday. Imagine my surprise when I arrived to find signs on most of the shop doors announcing they’d be open all weekend.
Gotta be honest with you, though. While I know everyone has to make a living and business isn’t the greatest for anyone, I don’t think it’s entirely a bad thing to have to shut down for a couple of days a year. I’m not a religious person so I’m not about to go all pious on you, but we all deserve a rest from time to time — from working and shopping. It’s a good thing to spend some uninterrupted time with family and friends, talking and sharing a meal, don’t you think? Taking a pause, as it were.
Clap if you agree.
Funny because we booked our tickets to Toronto forgetting about the statutory holidays! So let me assure you that further north, everything was shut down. The big box stores. The grocery stores. Most of the mom and pop businesses, except for corner store type venues. It was fine though. We ordered some stuff online and had it shipped to friends so we could pick it up. And Saturday was a morning of shopping at the Home Depot. Did we get as much done as we wanted to even with the holiday closures? Sure did.
Yes, you and Bruce certainly had a very productive weekend. And loved every minute of it by the sounds of your FB posts. I had a good weekend too, without any shopping of any kind. The stores were open, but I didn’t visit any.
In the US, Good Friday is NOT a statutory holiday for most businesses. I had to take the day off to be able to come North. Canada is much more civilized; especially when it pertains to quality of life. Happy Monday. Now, what does Lillet taste like?
Ahh, Lillet is an aperatif, best served on the rocks with a twist. Delicious. If only you would make a pit stop in Toronto when you go to the Owl House I could give you some :).
Considering most things were closed here, the roads were jam packed on the way to work over the holiday (as a carer I work every day regardless unless I go away). Yes, yes… close down.. take the day to chill… I’m clapping 🙂
I hear ya! As a freelancer I also work whenever I have projects regardless of whether or not it’s a weekend, a holiday or a normal day.
My son tends to be a constant project 😀
I am sure he is worth it:) and I am sure he appreciates all your help 🙂
Occasionally 😉 We draw a veil over that sort of stuff as a rule and trade insults instead.
Whatever works 🙂
Clap clap clap
In Alberta things were the same. Everything was open, with slightly reduced hours.
Thanks! Let’s start a movement 🙂
Work this one out Fransi – Good Friday is a fast day – we are not supposed to eat meat so they keep butchers open – tourists come to visit for the bank holiday week-end on Good Friday we close the pubs – the tourist goes dry! Supermarkets open but they cordon off the wine/spirit section. Can you hear the sound of one hand clapping?
I can, Chris, I can. But what I can never figure out is how a politician or government official’s mind works 🙂
I believe their minds work always in their favour and we who voted them in or not as the case may be may just tow the line.
And suffer — in silence — until the next election when the whole sordid mess starts all over again 🙂
Nice to have this as a release valve though? Must be the ingredients for a poem in there somewhere? Time now for some shut eye.
Sleep well. I shall expect some poetry tomorrow 🙂
Hope this effort fits the bill Fransi?
Sure does Chris. Excellent job!
I both agree and disagree – I agree that people should be able to have a proper holiday but I also selfishly want to be able to get what I want on a holiday! I always worked bank holidays as I worked in banking and covered the European markets who usually had different holidays – it didn’t bother me as we got extra time in lieu and all my friends were in the same position. I made the mistake of the going to the supermarket on the Thursday and you would have thought people were stocking up for the end of the world – even though, as you say, everything was open over the weekend! The restaurant you used to go sounds amazing too.
Yes, that’s the rub isn’t it? We want the holidays off but also want the ability to get shopping done on those days. I’m the same except I remember when we couldn’t and somehow it all worked out fine. Now, of course, if they suddenly went back to how it used to be, there’d be hell to pay I think :). And yes, the restaurant was amazing. It’s no longer around, hasn’t been for a while and I think it’s a great shame.
It’s funny because people still act like everything will shut down but you’re right, if it did it would be disastrous. Although I was in Paris last weekend and had completely forgotten that the continent still shuts on a Sunday!
Love Paris!! Yes, staying open on Sundays is a largely North American phenomenom. We are such capitalists :). But I must admit I like it. Definitely makes life easier (unless you’re stuck working).