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The original idea for the Buckwheat blessing came from our American cousins. One day, long before we had opened the doors to our first small breakfast restaurant, I visited Boston with its excess of restaurants that occupied every street corner.…

This letter is specially written for Mademoiselle Mel Carps, a loyal reader who wishes to know the story behind her favourite breakfast, the famous Bobby Button Morning Club. Well, dear Mel, here it is. I’m also going to explain how…

The story of the Fruit magic stretches all the way back to December 1990. We had acquired a third 140-seat location, in an area north of the Greater Montreal area, for nearly next to nothing. From 29 seats in the…

I love writing when there is a story to tell. Rummaging in my head, digging up some memory, dressing it up in original attire and presenting it to you proud and brilliantly adorned. But I also like cooking when I…

Has the dawn ever forgotten to bring us light each morning? Has the night ever failed to muffle the clanging of the city and the pots in our homes? Despite all resistance, winter departs, the snow melts and spring hastens…

A loyal reader would like to know the story behind our SAMIRA WAKE-UP. It goes like this… One chilly morning, a dashing man came in wearing a red silk scarf around his neck, a tweed coat and a dark green…

I add a little celery! We had opened our very first Cora in May ’87 and it was an immediate hit. The weekends were especially memorable: The infernal congestion of cars looking for a spot in the tiny parking lot.…

Autumn had just arrived, encumbering customers with heavier clothing, who now entered the diner looking for a wall hook or rack to hang their coats. We had opened the doors to our first small establishment at the end of May…

I consider myself to be a mature, reasonable, prudent and patient woman. And yet, ever since the date for the reopening of restaurants was announced, all I can think about is enjoying a delicious kale-mango smoothie at a Cora restaurant.…

My bedroom curtains suddenly start to flutter. The dawn’s rays, gently alighting on my cheek, announce that a new day has begun. I open my eyes, seized by the awareness that my 72nd year had been another full year, to…