We can do this...

We clambered over the snow piled on the sidewalk. We slid on ice but nobody fell. "Where's the restaurant?" I asked, huffing and pulling B along behind me. "Right across the street," the 23 year old pointed. I squinted, unconvinced. The restaurant did not appear outstanding from the outside but that might have been due to the ice pellets hitting my face. Besides, appearances can be deceiving, right? "I'm going to see if we can catch a plane home early tomorrow," hubby grumbled. "This is the last time we visit Montreal." I crossed my fingers, hopeful that the restaurant might put him in a better mood.