What would Montreal be without Poutine?

Fries, meat sauce and cheese kurds : poutine is the perfect cure for anything (alcohol related), except a heart-attack. It's the joke of all Frenchman, the stereotype of all anglos, yet one of my favourite things this town has to offer. It's available anywhere and anytime in this party-town but anywhere you go the eternal debate remains : who serves the best poutine?

Most Montrealers will argue that La Banquise has the best poutine. The line-up at 3am on weekends gives some backing to that, but I will say : THEY LIE. It's only semi-decent.

Sure you can go there at any time, get well seated, have decent portions with a huge variety; but frankly, the meat sauce is average and the fries are basic. Plus, the texture always ends up blending together somehow... you get a big mushy mess of fat (though satisfying when drunk is still is rather confusing). It is well known and worth trying out, but frankly I've had better.

994 Rachel E.

Price: $9 Small; $12 Big

Poutine : 6/10                          

Open : 24/7

Drunchies satisfaction : 7/10

Sober satisfaction : 4/10

Overall : 6/10

If you're from St-Henri or in the area, you have to try the cheapest diner in town. Though people disagree on the quality of their poutine, Green Spot (or cheekily renamed G-spot by some locals) has some of the best fries in town. They're big, fresh and deep-fried just right, plus their prices are unbeatable. I would recommend their awesome $5 breakfast, but that's best the morning after.

 3041 Notre-Dame O.

Price : $5 Small; $8 Big

Poutine : 8/10                                        

Open : Don't trust me, but I think 11pm?

Drunchies : Only hungover

Sober : Badass

Overall : 8/10 (Because the waitresses are awesome)

Classic poutine, on the otherhand, can be found at the chain-like diners. These include AA (only in St Henri, apparently) and La Belle Province. Basic fries, basic sauce (that apparently is vegan as well... yay MSG), but at least you don't expect the best. You're happy with what you get.

AA : 3702 Notre-Dame O.

Price : $5 - $10

B-Pro : Google it... they're all around

Drunchies : 8/10

Sober : 6/10

Open : Late, but not all night
Overall : 7/10

The best poutine is fortunately conveniently a block away from my place at Ma am Bolduc. Even this guy says so (http://www.montrealpoutine.com/reviews.html). It's something about their meat-sauce being so flavourful. Maybe it's because the owners are French; maybe it's because I'm biased because they offered me a job. But compared to the many poutines I've tasted, this one is truly unique and delicious. Their 3 cheese with blue, goat and cheddar is absolutely amazing. If you're adventurous enough to go this far east, it's something you can't miss.

4351 Delorimier

Price : $10 Small; $13 Big

Drunchies : They close early (no time for those shenanigans)      

Sober : 9/10

Poutine : 9/10

Overall : 9/10

Next article : something a bit more classy...

Alcohol Review I - Apéritifs

French people drink a lot, but never get drunk. It's a strange cultural thing where you should only be tipsy, being wasted is just plain trashy. The Brits do that, not the French. Nevertheless, it doesn't stop them from starting to drink at 6pm. Before going out to dinner, either you have an apéritif  at a bar, the restaurant or quite often at your friend's place. Beer is obviously an option (especially in Alsace), but there is a category of drinks that only has that specific purpose. I'll separate them in three groups:

Les Vins Cuits (Cooked Wines)

 These guys come from either a red or a white wine, are simmered in fruits or herbs, then loaded up with more alcohol and sugar. The result is a sweet fruity drink that is best served ice-cold. The alcohol content is of about 16%.

My favourite brand has to be Lillet. The white one has been around at the SAQ for quite some time, and I was ecstatic to find the red recently. Although my roommates and I have a preference for the white, which is quite sweet and citrusy, the red is like a more refined version of Sangria. Everytime I bring a Lillet home, it probably vanishes in about fifteen minutes. I think my roommate calls it "sex in a bottle" or something vaguely raunchy like that.

Price : Around $16

Now aren't they a cute couple?

Honestly, the Lillet red is a little bit of a whimp... If you want something a little more coarse, spicy and badass, Dubonnet Rouge is the man for you. Though not too manly - it's still sweet. I find excellent to mix with a bit of sprite (sacrilegious, I know!).

Price : Also Around $16

The bad-assest of the sweeties

 

 

 

 

  If you can find these two -I know it's possible because I've seen them around - they are the bomb. St Raphaël Doré is like thick golden honey, and goes straight to your head. Rinquinquin (good luck pronouncing it right if you're anglo), on the other hand, is a delicate, peach marinated white wine that ladies tend to go nuts about. Though they're rare, grab a bottle as soon as you see it. I know that Rinquinquin is produced in limited quantities in the North-East of France, so having one is like having a limited series comic book. Except comic books don't get you drunk - unless you're weird like that.

Price : $20 for Rinquinquin, and around $16 for St Raph

Les Pastagas (Anis/Licorice Based drinks)

Do not drink these straight from the bottle. It's gross, and their pure alcohol content is around 70%. You mix it with a bit of cold water, and in some cases fruit syrups to make cocktails. There's a huge variety of these - it goes from Absinthe to Pastis. They generally come on a scale from sweet to more bitter, or more anis-y to more herbal. Down in the south of France, they drink this all day long to "refresh" themselves, and though it does have a cooling effect, I still wouldn't recommend drinking it in the sun. It makes you pee A LOT.

The most basic ones are Ricard and Pernod. I prefer Ricard, Pernod kind of has a cheap connotation to me, you can really taste the alcohol, whereas Ricard has a smoother, better rounded flavour of anis and is perhaps a tad sweeter. They are both the most popular brands in France, anyone will know what you're talking about. Oh and these guys also own almost all of the alcohols in Europe. It's a corporate conglomerate thingy (I swear I'm a business student).

Price : Around $23, although Pernod is cheaper by a little bit.

Yep, these two are partners in crime... although one is the uglier brother.

If you want an extra smooth version of these guys, Berger Blanc is like the children's version. It's as if it were fluffier, lighter and more delicate on the anis than the previous two. It goes down real smooth - I can guarantee that.

Price : Same as Ricard

I would give this to my kids.

There's way more basic pastis out there... but I don't even think the SAQ sells them so why bother. What they do sell is Versinthe and Absinthe (at a horribly expensive price though). Both of these are more plant based, so they have a very herbal flavour along with a sweet licorice taste. Unfortunately, they don't have any hallucinogenic properties (no tripping out tonight guys), even though they come from the same plant as the one that made poets see green fairies. It's fun to do the whole sugar thing and stuff, but that's mostly for the show. They're already decently sweet, and honestly the only drawback is the price.

Price : $35

Sadly, no green fairies here, only blond ones.

Well that's a decent selection of apéritifs, so next time you have a dinner party, start drinking at 6, but don't get drunk unless you're a Brit.

Salon de Thé, Lee Kwok Keung - oooh pretty...

The first date... Always a tough thing to figure out. You want to impress the person, yet get to know them at the same time. Restaurants require too much time; the cinema - no interaction; walk in the park - in this goddam cold? hell no; a bar - get too drunk... what is a boy meant to do?

If you're stumped and have no idea where to go, I recommend this place. It's a little haven of serenity and beauty right in the middle of the old port. It's quite a small tea house, but for some reason they still manage to fill it with artful displays of hundreds of unique and beautiful Asian teapots. It can get quite busy and there are limited seats, but if you manage to get one, you'll probably stick around for around 45 minutes or so (unless your date really sucks, then you'll just end up chugging scalding tea - better a burnt tongue than a bored mind, I like to say).

It's especially nice to go there on a cold winter day. They keep the temperature pleasantly warm, and the grassy smell of teas have a soothing effect. The waiter beckons you with whispers - there's almost a holiness to the place. Once you're seated,  it takes a while to choose amongst the wide selection of teas that they have. Some of them are aged, others perfumed. I'm not a big conaisseur, but I'm sure someone who knows anything about tea would greatly appreciate it.

After you order, the waiter comes back with a bunch of nifty miniature tea related things and a huge thermos of boiling water for each person. He then preforms a ritual, explaining everything that he's doing and why. He first rinses the tea with some hot water, then shows you what the next steps are, how many seconds you should leave the hot water on the leaves, and how many cups of tea the leaves will yield... then he discretely bows away, leaving you to enjoy a calm conversation.

They also serve vegetarian food, though I've never had any of it, and some tiny desserts. I had cookies there once, although they clearly weren't Chinese, they were alright. I think the main appeal though is the tea and the whole experience that comes with it. You always end up coming out of the place warm (in this bloody cold weather) and serene, hopefully getting lucky that night. 

To sum up this absolutely ideal place for a first date:

451 Rue Saint-Sulpice (Old Port)

Price : Varying from $7 onwards depending on the tea

Atmosphere: 8/10

Service: 8/10

Overall : 8/10

Soo many places to review, so stay tuned...

La Buvette Chez Simone... Now that's what I'm talking about.

I would love to work in this place. If you're a waiter there, you're cool, like triple O cool. Even the busboy looked like a model, and it showed that they all loved working there.

This isn't a restaurant, per se. It's in the same style as the more known Réservoir on Duluth, but in a more intimate and cozy atmosphere. It's what us French people call a buvette, a place where the main goal is drinking nice little things, with a bit of appetizers offered on the side.

Anyways, the place looked sweet, it had an awesome stainless steel bar in the middle of the room surrounded by small tables. The crowd is a bit older, filled with artsy people in their mid-thirties clearly all from Mile-End. Since my friend loves this place, the waitress greeted us with a huge smile and a joke, setting us up at a nice little table.

What was refreshing is that all the waiters that worked with us knew the place's products as if they were their own. They were willing to share their tastes and the experiences they had with the wine and the dishes. Though it seems like basic marketing skills, not many places do that. If a waiter says that he had this particular bottle of wine with friends on a warm summer night, that it was delicious and that they had wonderful philosophical conversations around it, you would probably buy it. Face it - people are sheep, you have to tell them what they want.

So my friend and I started off the night with a couple of beers, and since we were slightly hungry, we got a horse meat (blasphemy! you cry) carpaccio. The cute fluffy pony it came from probably had a great life, because it was delicious and tender, the flesh beautifully displayed with a light pesto-like sauce. To accompany that, I had a delicious glass organic red wine from Pays d'Oc (the only one on the menu),  which the clearly vegetarian waitress kindly recommended, and my friend had a nice crisp wine with some sort of Québecois insult on the front.

The drinking was merry, but moderate - just within that blissful zone where food and pleasure intermingle so gracefully. The busboy was also pretty damn cute, and came up in our conversations a couple of times. In the end, the night was pleasant and smooth, punctured by the dry and witty jokes of our elegant waitress.

I'd definitely recommend this place for a small group of intimate friends, in the mood for a chill, low key evening out.

So, to sum it up

4869 Avenue du Parc

Price: Once again, sorry. I'm not cheap, I swear

Food : 7/10

Atmosphere: 8/10

Service : 9/10

Drunkeness: 6/10

Overall : 8/10

Up next : Will it be a bar? a restaurant? or maybe a drag-show chez Mado!

Les cons servent....et pas très bien non plus.

What a witty play on words, this restaurant was. For all you anglos who have been here for a while and still don't speak French, it's a homophone that translates into both "the idiots are serving" and "canned foods".

Once again, this was a generous invite/adventure offered by my dear friend. So away into his car we drive up the charming street of Laurier, or more like wander through all the strange and non-sensical one-way streets of Montreal to finally end up at this place. 

I was hoping, with a name like the "idiots are serving", for the waiters to be a lot more forth-coming than they actually were. Maybe it was my French accent that put them off, maybe they weren't fun. Or maybe I was hoping for the waiters to play roller-derby in between tables, and that was the root of my deception. They did get their canned food part right, the whole wall behind the bar was filled with a variety of simple, preserves : the kind of rustic-chic atmosphere that Québecois enjoy so much.

The tables were all packed, and people were sitting closely together. This soon ended up with my friend chatting up a tall, fabulous woman who was in search of a bit of entertainment to relieve herself from her drab producer date - for which I was elected to distract. You could just tell that she was happy to let me deal with her grumpy old man. Awkward conversation ensuing, I was excited to start eating.

We decided to share a deer tartare-carpaccio with a beet salad, followed with scallops on spaetzle for me. Everything was good, but it just seemed to miss its mark - kind of like if Vermeer forgot to paint the earring in his masterpiece.

The carpaccio was good - it had many different toppings including fresh pesto and little vegetables. Maybe it was missing a bit of refinement, but in the end it was enjoyable. The beet salad came in the form of huge impractical chunks, overflowing with goat cheese. It was quite rustic, simple yet tasty. Not too original though.

The wine didn't go as smoothly... I was thouroughly intrigued by a Swiss Pinot-Noir, expecting a light, floral and fragile beverage from the Alps, but instead ending up with a very expensive bottle of potential vinegar. It's unfortunate that the waiter insisted that it wasn't corrupt, he lost a couple points there. At that point, I was thinking "the douchebags are serving." But I guess it all worked out in the end, we got another bottle of Italian something, good, but again very simple.

Finally the main courses arrived. I had actually ordered the scallops because they came with spaetzle, which is a kind of Alsacian pasta. Normally, if they're traditionally prepared, they are thick, chunky and refried in butter in a way that explains why Alsacians are the fattest French people out there (by more than 10lbs on average!). I think these guys jipped me in offering the 'light" version, but maybe I should thank them for maintaining my waistline. The scallops were fresh, tasted of the sea, also simply done.

In the end, the food was simple but good, even though I clearly have a bias against these kinds of places. Though I'm not Québecois-phobe (I was born here), I just have a thing against their "terroir" imitation places that are expensive, but have an awkward in-between-style of food and waiting  - a noveau-riche combination of rustic and chic. They don't take any risks: they should instead have their staff either super friendly and informal, joking around with the clients, or have them be top notch and discrete. When you do terroir kind of food, keep it very simple and authentic. Use goddam butter on your spaetzle and don't top them with expensive ingredients like scallops to embellish something that is straight-forward. Or use your fancy scallops, but have them with some fine pasta. My major critique is essentially that there was no boldness or defined personality for a restaurant that appeared to claim the contrary.

To sum it all up:

5064 Papineau

Price : Once again, no idea...

Food : 6/10

Atmospere : 5/10

Service : 5/10

Drunkenness : 3/10

Overall : 5.5/10

Coming up : a review of a restaurant of what Les Cons Servent could have been like...

Miami, back and still as badass... even with a silly name like Plage Montenegro

You may have noticed the sign on St Laurent. Though the it's rarely on, this legendary place still seems gloomy and quite abandoned... until about 2 in the morning.

This dingy, dirty dive bar was probably one of my favourite discoveries in my first year of university in Montreal. Formerly called Miami, any smoker or student who has been here for over two years will definitely know about it.


Unfortunately, throughout this summer and last spring, it was shut down (for legal issues - from what I've heard, they've had trouble renewing their liquor license). I was so enthralled to discover that it had recently re-opened, under a different name, but the same waitress and the same Polish owner are still seen hanging around in the wee hours of the morning, serving up drinks. Even the peeling paint on the walls and the bathrooms haven't changed one bit.


I have to admit, as an avid smoker, the first appeal is the fact that they have an indoor smoking room. Even in France, though the reputation contradicts this, these rare places are quickly disappearing. But there is truly a joy of being able to smoke and drink at the same time. Sure you're killing yourself faster, but you're also enjoying your youthful years twice as much.


Apart from that, the drinks are averagely priced (expect to pay around 5 dollars for a mixed drink), the decor is hilarious - you'll notice all the porn and erotic memorabilia behind the bar with a touch of Slavic influences, and the crowd is composed of all the night owls out from nearby Korova's (either because it's too packed, or just for a nightcap).

If you don't mind the smoke, it's also a great place to have a drink with a date. Though this may sound silly, I find it highly un-sexy to have to yell at someone over the music when you're trying to flirt with them. The smoking room is one of the rare bar-areas where you can actually have a decent conversation (anywhere before 12:30 when the hipsters start coming) that can remain quite intimate. I haven't been to any other bar where they keep the music down low enough so you can actually hear each other.


And if your not with a date, it's also awesome to go with friends for a final drink (or five, if you're like me), and if you get lucky, get the pool table for a game. You also meet and talk to variety of interesting people, only to realise that you have about twenty acquaintances in common, as per usual in this city. And you never know, you might just end up finding a whole new group of friends.


So Mia...Montenegro in a nutshell:
3831 St Laurent


Drinks : Around $5
Atmosphere : 8/10 (if you don't mind the smoke)
Drunkenness: too many times to count


 

Khyber Pass - Afghani food say what?

If you know Montreal, and love Duluth as much as I do, you've definitely noticed this place. The front of the restaurant has really intricate wood panelling that beckons you inside.

On one of our Friday-night dinner expeditions with my trusty group of friends, instead of the merry group of three we became the merry group of about 9 people, each equipped with their own bottle of wine/liquor. I guess we took BYOW quite seriously this time...

Once we were all set up at our huge table, corks began popping and wine a-flowing. The huge table next to ours turned out to also be a flock of our young student acquaintances. The interior was a little deceptive, basking in a gloomy yellowish light. Random decorations vaguely linked to Afghanistan parsimoniously covered the walls.

The menus were reasonably priced, offering basic choices of Afghan food. I ordered the set menu, which was around $30, and included an entrée, main course and a dessert. The service was busy, overflowing with thirsty, like-minded students, and though the waiting in between dishes was not too long, you still felt it.

I started off with the soup, which was unpleasantly salty. The wine helped quench that thirst, but because we had so many different bottles shared amongst us, I can only remember a couple. I had brought a white wine from Pays D'Oc, made by Québecois with a Moose design on the front. Though produced in France, it was very Québecois - rustic and unrefined, but with a character that I think one would appreciate with veal, rabbit or some sort of white, tougher meat.

The next course was probably the only highlight of the meal. I had a braised lamb shank in Oriental spices which fell off the bone, was flavourful and tender. It was also a large portion which quickly satisfied my hunger, but as it was quite tasty I finished it all. The rice that accompanied the meat was also flavourful with hints of dill and lemon, and I think that by that point I was pleasantly drunk enough and hungry to finish all of it. With it, I remember having a glass of St Emilion which was advertised at the SAQ around September, a very pleasant wine, but one that my boss would describe as the "eager lover"- pleasant in the first sips, he flirts with you in a very simple and boyish manner, but quickly all substance and complexity evaporates.

Finally the dessert. It was literally a creamy, hot mess. An orange or rose flavoured warm cream was served in front of us, and was abland excuse for flavour and texture. I'm surprised there was nothing with poppy seeds in it, I mean, isn't that the main export of Afghanistan?

We topped it all off with a sweet white wine, which I cannot recall, as by that point in the night we were essentially drunk. It was definitely a pleasant time with friends, and if you're on a budget and planning to get rambunctious, I would definitely recommend it. Just be sure to make your own atmosphere, because I'm sure the couples next to us weren't really enjoying our sloppy banter.

To sum it all up:

Khyber Pass

506 Duluth E.

Cost : $35 plus tip

Wine: $20

Food : 5/10

Service: 5/10

Drunkenness: 8/10

Atmosphere : 5/10

Overall : 5/10

Good place for decent sized student groups to have a good time

Next up, maybe a bar review?

Leméac, mon amour!

If Leméac was a dude, I'd totally bone him. He would probably be extremely obese and an alcoholic, but I would definitely bone him.

Throughout my adventures in this city, I have come across many fascinating people. One of them has become a very kind, interesting and generous friend of mine. Thanks to him a new gust of discovery has opened its way for me in Montreal.

One of these places is Leméac. Being partly French and having lived in the Old World for quite some time, I am not ashamed to say that I know good food, wine and service (waiting jobs will teach you some of that too) from the rest.

Now this place, you know it's a gem as soon as you enter it. The polished wood and the white table-cloths, paired with the impeccably dressed waiters, already inspire confidence. I was also reassured to see that many other French compatriots were pleasantly dining, scattered around the place, mingling with the Quebécois students who were preparing to go out. 

Immediately after entering, we're sat down and taken care of, even though it's far past ten. They have this special deal where they continue serving certain entrées and dishes at a fixed $24 rate until the wee hours of the morning.

I start by ordering a Dubonnet rouge, one of my faourite apéritifs - it's kind of like a Cinzano red - the same sweet red wine and fruit combination - but smoother. I look over the menu, amazed especially at their extensive wine list, and eventually decide to go with the escargots à la mousse de basilic, followed with blood sausage, brussel sprouts and the creamiest mashed potatoes known to mankind.

The escargot was accompanied by a white wine from northern Italy, Dalmatia. It was crisp and clear, had a sort of light flirtiness to it. It accompanied wonderfully the escargot which was tender and so flavourful. I was also highly impressed by their basil emulsion that would just slightly uplift the meatiness of the whole dish.

Our neighbors behind us were also familiar, as we had previously met one of them working at the spa we were at beforehand (Bains Scandinaves, but that'll be another post), and we obviously struck up a conversation which added to the overall charm of the experience. It was one of their birthdays and they were looking for  place to party. I would have joined, but I was actually more excited for the next course than anything else.

Coming back inside, the plates came along at a perfect pace. That's when you know it's good service... they won't shove food in your face, but they won't let you starve either. Overall our waiter had a discretion and an attentiveness that I think lacks in the tip-seeking Montreal restaurant scene. Sometimes you just don't want to deal with over-enthusiastic, big breasted biddies.

The next course was a tender, smooth textured blood sausage that I hadn't had in years. It had just the right touch of red wine and it would just melt in my mouth. The mashed potatoes were a dream on their own... Though they probably clogged my arteries right then and there, they were as light and fluffy as a cloud. I had a very pleasant Merlot from Pays D'Oc, my favourite region for wine, and just basked in a haze of pleasure. 

I didn't take a dessert, I think that would have tipped the scale from pleasure to pure gluttony. Instead I opted for another drink that I hadn't seen in a while - a Poire Williams from Alsace. It was a little disappointing, the girly glass kind of ruined the manliness of the drink for me, and I think they had left the bottle open a little too long since it didn't taste like the pears from back home at all. But all in all, the coffee that came with it was a wonderful espresso restretto, and the bill was wonderful too (probably because I didn't pay it...).

To sum it up

1045 Laurier O. (Outremont)

Price : $24 for the basic menu

Wine : No clue.... 

Food :10/10

Service: 10/10

Drunkenness : 4/10

Atmosphere: 8/10

Overall: 9/10 

One of the best experiences I've had, definitely a fancy, not too expensive date deal for me.

L'Harmonie D'Asie - Vietnamese So So...

First of all, this was the first time in a month that us group of friends got together for our semi-traditional Friday-night restaurant outing. We usually do this every week - find a nice BYOW (bring your own wine) place, buy a nice bottle of wine each, get smashed and enjoy our food.

This restaurant was kind of a mistake in the sense that I'm always early and clueless, which in this particular case led me to end up across the street from the intended destination. As I trusted my intuition, I chose the more packed Vietnamese neighbor ("Always trust the crowd," my parents tell me), which was also South East Asian. Seeing my confused face, the waiter didn't hesitate at all to rush me in at a table as I awaited my friends.

They too were surprised, but "To hell with it!" we cried, an adventure was up in the air. A bit of a disappointing one, I have to add. We were put in a corner and ignored for about 15 minutes, our uncorked and un-chilled bottles of expensive wine leering at us the whole time. Finally when the waiter came, few descriptions or recommendations were made on the menu (which was literally in Vietnamese). So I proposed that we three order what our Québecois friends gracefully refer to as a "Soupe Chinoise", or essentially a pot of heated broth in which you cook your own meat, and then roll it all up the best you can with your untrained fingers in rice paper. Since they only came in portions for two people (which were actually sufficient for the three of us), I also ordered stir-fried vegetables and deep-fried "house style" frog legs.

The entrées consisted of extremely greasy egg-rolls and a salty sweet crab soup which ended up tasting more like gook than anything else. The frog legs tasted "just like chicken" they were so fried and altered, as did the random vegetables.

The "Soupe Chinoise" was actually a lot of fun, and quite tasty (you can't really go wrong with simple ingredients), the meat was fresh, and though the meal as a whole was messy, it's still a different, cave-mannish experience to cook your own meat in a vat of boiling broth on your table.

We were quite full without even finishing any of our plates - we could easily have skipped the extra orders. We didn't order dessert, just coffee and tea (no expresso either!) to try and sober up a little from our delicious wines.

Oh the wines... I have to admit I forgot which white wine my friend got, it was from somewhere in Tuscany a believe, smooth and mellow. I had brought a more honey-esque, fruity Mont Saint Odile Gewurtztraminer from Alsace. There was barely a touch of acidity to it, and it was very rich, even on the heavy side with such a greasy meal. I think I would recommend it more for a light, summery meal with plenty of vegetables and mellow fish.

As I've clearly talked more about the wine than the food itself, that just shows you a bit the kind of place it was. To sum up:

L'Harmonie D'Asie

65 Duluth O.

Restaurant : $35 per person plus tip

Wine: $20

Service :3/10

Food: 3/10

Atmosphere: 5/10

Drunkenness: 6/10

Overall : Around 4/10

Next up, my best food experience in Montreal yet... LEMEAC!

FIrst post!

Be productive!... A motto I should perhaps follow now that I have way too much free time...

This is why I've decided to write out snippets of my life. Through this blog I hope to share a different side of Montreal. I want to show you passions that include cooking, eating out, going out and fashion, all spiced up with a touch of sex.

At the height of my 21 years and after 3 years of painful management classes, I think it's time to share a couple of gems this city has to offer. So if you love food and a life of leisure, I think this will be a place you'll enjoy checking this out.


First up some restaurant reviews!