Les Foufounes

Before coming to Montreal, I went to night clubs only twice in my life. The first time was for a concert, the second time was for my boss's birthday. I've been taught that night clubs and bar were dangerous places, and that many girls got very bad experiences there. The other reason I didn't go out was that I had to go to bed before 11pm (don't think it's ridiculous, I just wanted a healthy body).

I frequently saw my home stay mate with a stamp on her wrist in the morning. She was always eating breakfast with no energy because she went to the club and came home very late. I wondered how the nightlife in Montreal was, so when my friend asked me to go to a bar on Saturday night, I agreed. She found a few places on the Internet and we finally decided to go to Les Foufounes because they had a good deal for the beer only on Saturday night, and I also wanted to enjoy the music.

There were two floors. We paid the money at the 1st floor, then we took stairs to the 2nd floor. We bought a beer, found a seat to started our girl's talk. After a few sips of  beer, I went to the washroom. When I got back to my seat, I saw a guy who was talking to my friend so I had nothing to do at that moment. I just looked at the dance floor and enjoyed the music.

All of a sudden some guy walked towards me through the corner of my eye. I promptly turned my head back and silently screamed to myself  "God, I hope that guy is not going to sit next to me, please, please do not sit next to me and do not talk to me!" It seemed that God didn't hear my blessing, and that guy sat right next to me and talked to me! There was no expression on his face and he looked like a kidney smuggler who reminded me of the story about a guy who went to a bar, the day after, he woke up in a bathtub full of ice. And a note wrote "call 911 otherwise you will die." I was afraid of being in the same situation. I silently screamed to myself "why the heck do I have to talk to you!". I didn't understand English, therefore, I could only smile and answer a few words in English during the conversation. He asked me if I had a cell phone, I answered no, though I had one in my pocket. Fortunately, my friend interrupted our conversation because she had to catch the last metro to go home. In the end, the kidney smuggler asked our facebook. Luckily, my user name on facebook was very common so it was unlikely he would ever be able to find me.


Les Foufounes
87 Sainte-Catherine Street East Montreal, QC H2X 1K5, Canada
514-844-5539