As you may know, or at least have deduced from my Twitter and Instagram lately, this born and raised Calgarian has moved east. For the next 5 years at a minimum (that being the expected completion time for my Ph.D.) I am officially a resident of Montreal – and absolutely loving it!
The city itself is a cultural mecca all around but can we take a sec to stop and talk about the food? Within a 2 block radius of where I live I have access to:
A) The best chocolate chip (chunk really) cookies I’ve ever had at Cafe Parvis.
B) Crazy good Japanese bites and cocktails at Biiru Izakaya.
D) Olives and other salty deliciousness at Taverne F.
E) All the traditional French brasserie goodness at Brasserie T! (not pictured)
A little further out I’m happy to report that the veg scene is thriving. Great veggie burgers and crispy yet melt-in-your-mouth chickpea fries at Lola Rosa.
The only disappointment thus far (and I’m aware that I might get the boot for saying this) has been the bagels. Montreal bagels, I don’t get what the fuss is about you. Texturally, you’re fine. Portion-wise, (smaller and with a bigger hole than your NYC counterparts), I can also deal with you. But taste? Well frankly you don’t taste like anything. Whoever decided that Montreal bagels didn’t need salt was not a very wise person. All bread needs salt. Anyways, I can eat you but only slathered in liberal amounts of SALTY peanut butter.
Or if that doesn’t work, I also have about 15 different types of salt hiding in my cupboards to choose from. Yup, I have a salt collection. Don’t judge. (popcorn night at Chez Mallory will never be boring)
So pretty much over the next 5 years I plan on eating my way through Montreal. And going to grad school. The brain needs fuel though right? Well there’s lots to choose from here! Stay tuned for more of my adventures when I get around to documenting them!