If you've followed us at all on this blog, on Facebook or Twitter, or if you've had a conversation with either one of us in the past month or so, you know that we had one item on our itinerary for Montreal: Eat a lot of good food. Mission accomplished, folks. And I'm pretty sure we have the waistlines to prove it. Please indulge us as we relive the good times: meal times.
Day 1We arrived in Montreal late Monday afternoon, on just four hours of sleep. The concierge at the (pretty darned awesome) hotel recommended a nearby Irish pub for our first meal, so we headed around the corner to McKibbin's. It was cozy and friendly, so we sat down to a couple of pints and perused the menu. Neil decided to trust the concierge's recommendation and get the bison burger and I went for the chicken and leek pie. I won. Well, we each got a plateful of amazing hand cut fries, so I guess we both won. We also got a chance to chat quite a bit with Theresa, McKibbin's charming (and really Irish!) bartender. Although charming, Theresa is a sharp-tongued lass. She sassed the regulars and really let Neil have it every time she caught him playing with his ring. He's lucky she didn't take it away from him.
After a hearty meal, we headed back to the hotel and took a nap until about 3 a.m. (whoops). Thank goodness for room service - one ham & cheese sandwich and one goat cheese & roasted veg sandwich, which each came with a lovely mixed green salad, tided us over until morning. The sandwiches were decent, but the salad was more satisfying. Quebecois really know how to dress a salad with just the right amount of balsamic.Stay tuned for more! We had like 37 other meals, so there's much to discuss.
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