Even when Montreal’s Gay Pride week, Divers/Cité, is in full swing, you barely notice them: a gay granddad makes less noise than a harried cross-dresser running late for some party. They prefer the shadows to the bright lights—old habits die hard. But they’re out there. I found a nice bunch.
They are a gang of forty—give or take a white head, a salt-and-pepper crew cut, a Just-For-Men mane. Like every Sunday, they’ve reserved several tables at the back of Food Resto Lounge, a hip spot in the heart of the Village: “Fantastic!” according to one foodie at RestoMontreal.ca; “horrible, horrible, horrible,” according to another.
Surprise: one of the group looks like he’s ...
