OTTAWA - With snowflakes falling outside a quaint pizza bar in the downtown ByWard Market, just steps from Parliament Hill, a giddy waiter ran to the cash register on Saturday, carefully cradling a gold credit card.
"Do you know who this is?!" the excited waiter said to his bartender, pointing to the embossed name on the card.
"Claude Giroux?" replied the bartender, more hipster than hockey fan. "Who is that?"
Just a few months ago, in the city where he spends his summers training, Giroux would have been able to remain nestled anonymously in the back of one of his favorite restaurants unbothered. He would have been able to eat with his father, Raymond, and sister, Isabelle, her fiancee and a few friends without the whispers, the autograph requests and the camera phones.