Oh Montréal… land of cheese curds, “hello, bonjour”, and maple everything. It’s no wonder that every time I visit I spend 60% eating and 30% shopping. The last 10%, you’ll find me walking, hoping to work off the mound of calories I’m about to intake.
Montréal is a quick trip for me. Only an hour flight away from Toronto, I can leave after work on a Friday and be back home for dinner on Sunday and by Canadian flight standards, it’s relatively inexpensive. Which is what made it a perfect, quick getaway for this Family Day weekend.
B and I flew out direct from City Centre airport early Saturday morning. By noon, we were in the heart of the shopping pathway to do a bit of shopping at my dear Simons. While we now have this Quebec-grown department store a little closer to home, there’s something about making a trip to Simons on Rue Ste Catherine that makes a trip to Montréal that much more special.
While shopping makes up a large portion of what I did in Montréal this time around, the city is infamous for its festivals. Summer in MTL is alive with buskers, comedy shows, music, and love. In the winter, it’s close to -30 degrees so people like me who hate the cold, spend it indoors… usually eating because c’est la vie.
Every, and I do mean every, time I visit Montréal, I eat the following things:
- Saint Hubert chicken
If I’m lucky, I add Saint Viateur bagels to this list but it’s a bit out of the way from the downtown core and did I mention it was close to -30 degrees this weekend?!?
Poutine is life, especially in Quebec. I grew up with fries and gravy but it was really only until I was in high school that poutine increased in popularity in my eastern Canadian village… and even then, it wasn’t quite like the Québécois make it. Ours was made with mozzarella cheese. The Québécois use cheese curds. And now that I’m older, and have many plates of poutine in my belly, cheese curds trump mozzarella.
The first time I tried escargot was about seven years ago at a French restaurant in Halifax. Like most people, I was hesitant to give it a try but once I did, I was hooked. The garlicky butter, the parsley, and even the funny looking fork and tongs cause my eyes to widen and my mouth to salivate. I can honestly say I have not had a time in both France and Montréal that I have not had escargot… and I don’t think I ever will. (B is the same with beef tartar… his first true love)
And finally, put, put, put St-Hubert Bar B Q. My first experience with this was actually relatively recent. About six years ago, B introduced it to me on a trip to Quebec and I converted. I don’t know if it’s the gravy, but it’s fair superior than Swiss Chalet… there, I said it. St-Hubert has become a staple on our Toronto to Halifax drives and I was worried that I wouldn’t get my fix this time around. Thankfully, Montréal has a St-Hubert Express before you go through security at the airport. So for all of you that haven’t tried it, you now have no excuse.
For those who haven’t had a pleasure of visiting this lovely city, do it. And for those who are regulars, what are your must-eats every time you go?