The restaurantscape of Montreal has always been full of variety, providing Montreal great eating options. I’m so pleased with the fact that recently, there have been more and more of my ethnic peoples representing and opening up small family eateries and reminding Montreal that it is us that makes the city rich in multiculturalism and diversity. From restaurant chefs going back to their roots to open up pop-ups serving spicy brochettes typical of those found on the streets of Tianjin, or pub grub found in the 10 seater side-alley bars of Tokyo; the variety of restaurants Montreal is now as extensive as Giada’s adjective dictionary – pay attention to how she describes her food the next time you watch her.
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Mile-end/Plateau Mont-Royal
Thanks and welcome to all my new Twitter followers and new “likers” on Facebook. A big shout out to all of you I’ve been talking to this past week. You all are awesome and I’m sure, sexy as hell.
Having been opened for a few months so far, if you’ve read my ramblings long enough, you’d know that I like to let new restaurants have a chance to get the pots and pans a little dirty before checking it out. Little did I know that holding to this philosophy would take a completely different meaning when we visited Ice House. Not to say that Icehouse is “dirty” dirty, but the kind of dirty that’s dirty in all the good dirty ways, if you know what I mean.
One or the other, you can’t like both – Bagel faceoff: Fairmount vs. St. Viateur
by Jason
written by Jason
For this week’s post, we’re going to do something a little bit different. If you follow me on Twitter, you might have answered me when I asked everyone where their favorite Montreal bagel comes from. As far as I can remember my family has been team Fairmount – my grand parents lived right around the corner – and a visit to “ah poa’s” (my grandmother) would never be complete without a dozen black and white to take home. It’s always nice to get your hands on fresh baked goods n’est-ce pas? But what if the bakery is opened 24 hours… When is it “fresh” o’clock? This is what I set out to find. Not only pitting these two renown bagels head to head, but to up the ante, the stakes were raised as to who has the better bagel under a veil of night… Who’s bagel is better at MIDNIGHT… dun dun DUNNN…
Since the days of riding dirty in the car seat in the back of my dad’s Buick, I’ve now found that my bagel preference has blurred, not that I’ve become indifferent, just that I’ve considered a Montreal bagel, a Montreal bagel (don’t judge me!). Maybe it’s a question of having been stuffed with them when I was younger or I’ve become jaded, but this should be a perfect premise to base a bagel showdown… a Bageloff, if you will.