Found: Two boxes of matches

I found them on my nighttable, in a repurposed pencil cup that holds, well, things. They're from the Keg, a Canadian steakhouse chain, which means they're from Montreal. Which trip, out of the many? I have no idea. Every trip I go there, ritual dinner with esteemed friend Lucien Soulban and whatever other merry souls feel like joining us. There's one in the Old Port, around the corner from my usual hotel. When we have dinner there, it's generally the two of us, and we talk writing all night o...