You know that saying, “dress for the job you want, and not the job you have”? I’ve taken this adage and directed it towards food, “eat where you want to be, and not where you are.” Want to feel like you’re eating at an authentic “dai pai dong” in Hong Kong, hit up Sai Gwan in Chinatown, or a tiny little cevicheria on the beach of some sexy latin speaking country, try Ceviches. With the fucking weather we’ve had and going into our 8th month of winter, I needed something that would evoke feelings of being on a cobblestoned lined street kissed by an ocean breeze with smells of charcoal grills filling the air.
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A big think you to all those who voted for CultMTL’s “Best of Montreal“, which saw Shut Up and Eat listed at Montreal’s top 5 Instagram feeds! If you’re not already following me; you can do so here: http://instagram.com/shutupandeatmtl. You are all awesome and terribly good looking…!
Being said, there is one popular category on this Best of Montreal list that is quite competitive, as all Montrealers have opinions stronger than trolling 15 year olds on the comment sections of YouTube videos – being, best portuguese chicken. For years there have been just a select few big hitters in the world of Portuguese rotisserie chicken and when you align with one team, your line is drawn deep in the sand. Defection will result in slander over the internet with the likes of which can result in you being called a lover of IGA’s finest “chicken” – the shit is drier than a summer day in African with the taste that rivals a BBQed Kleenex box.
I give to you my top three choices for Best Portuguese Chicken in Montreal.
I’ll be the first to admit that I love BBQ, grilling up some of God’s tastiest creatures slathered in sauce in great company epitomizes summer. I also like the “idea” of BBQ; blue skies, thermostat at 35 with the humidity but we chose to stand outside in the blistering sun to cook next to a box of raging fire emanating 300+ degree heat; this doesn’t make sense, but it does, and we do it. We do it, we love it, we enjoy it and do it in the name of summer. Take the BBQ out of this context, and I’m a raving lunatic bitching about the heat and weather.