fter dinner, satisfied, she murmured, "mmm, Tibetaine." Foolishly, he corrected, "I think you mean, Om Tibetaine."
The date ended there and his celibacy continued unabated. She, on the other hand, left with a shirpa. He carried her home, all the way up Mount Royal without breaking a sweat. Dining at the Restaurant Tibetaine Om you run the risk of cuckold at the hands of a well-traveled guide. Beware.
-S.T.