Every Tuesday after work for the past 2 weeks, my friend Steven and I have met at the bar of the Congress Hotel to sit together and write. It’s a way of keeping each other in practice, and of sharpening our ideas. As much as I hate to cross the picket lines (hotel workers at the Congress have been on strike for 1 year now), it’s impossible to sit in that bar and NOT be inspired. Travellers from all over, a setting that recalls an English Pub by way of 1962 Chicago, and juicy panoramic windows.