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Confessions of
a Rebel Chef
In Toronto in the 1980s,
I was cooking in the city’s
best restaurants. I got
hooked on the fame and
the glamour before
crashing in a blaze of
booze, coke and heroin
A memoir by Greg Couillard
I
came to Toronto from Winnipeg by train when
I was 18. It was August 24, 1971. I remember
the date because the CNE was on. I could see
it out the window of the train, bright lights and
roller coasters. I’d been trading love letters
with a hippy-dippy guy who lived in Regent
Park, and he invited me to live with him. So
like some sort of mail-order bride, I stuffed my clothes,
my records and $120 cash into a suitcase, then did the
Mary Tyler Moore thing and threw my beret in the air.
To find a job, I set up an interview at Canada Man-
power, a Pierre Trudeau program designed to get disaf-
fected youth into the workforce. The guy who interviewed
me was a lecherous old queen, and I was a lovely piece
of chicken. He asked, “Well, what have you done?” I
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