I so rarely eat soup. It’s hot. Yuck. However, this soup was probably the most amazing soup in the world (except for Grandma Verkley’s soup!). I sat in the front window and enjoyed the waitress and the regular at the next table talk about the neighbourhood. The man started sneezing and sniffing up a storm before we were done our meals. As soon as I left the restaurant I knew why. The city was suddenly being choked by thick forest fire smoke from the fires in northern Quebec and Labrador.