Someone finally did it. Someone finally took one of the last humble dishes to the next level in Montreal. That dish; Pho. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’ve eaten my way though the city and have a pretty extensive list of restaurants where I’ve eaten pho. From spots in Cote-des-Neiges, to the Mile-End, West island to Rosemont, I’ve eaten them all. Yes, yes, I’m working on up updated “best of” post – will be out soon. The dac biet is my bowl of choice. It’s the gold medal standard. It’s got all the bells and whistles – rare steak, brisket, flank, tendon, tripe, meatballs topped on chewy rice noodles in a delicious bone broth. What can be better? It’s perfect. How do you improve on perfection? Well, this spot did just that. I checked out Pho Jean-Talon to try their soon-to-be-famous filet mignon pho.
Get. Focused. IMMEDIATELY. Your favourite restaurant now does BRUNCH! That’s right, your go-to spot for Southern comfort food Dinette Triple Crown, now gives you another reason to brave the cold and line up for the sake of brunch. This has been one of my most favourite restaurants for years and it always on the list for my top recommendations in the city. Have you been? What are you waiting for? If the most authentic Kentucky fried chicken, biscuits, smoked brisket, collard greens and hush puppies aren’t enough to convince you to go, imagine what they can do for brunch.
I love sandwiches and chances are you do too. If you don’t, then you probably weren’t loved as a child and have now grown up to hate life and sandwiches, because sandwiches are life. I’ll do anything for a really good sandwich and I have. Details of which I will not get into – close friends and family read this blog and will probably never let me around their pets and power tools again. It doesn’t matter what kind it is, I love them all. It’s the perfect food. It’s a complete meal that you can pick up with your hands and eat literally anywhere. One of my favourites is a porchetta sandwich, so you can imagine my delight when I found out a porchetta sangwich shop opened up in Little Italy aptly called, “Porchetta.”