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| - First of all, Macaroni is trying to cultivate an image - a supper club where image comes first (more on that later), and food is an afterthought.
That being said, their objectives fail on both accounts - the food is actually much better than you would think and the image they're trying to create falls totally flat. Classic.
In any case, I'll start with the ambience. It's fairly open and the decor is based on black/white contrasting color schemes. When the lights dim, it looks pretty good, albeit a bit plasticky, which may or may not be the point. To the side of the place, there's a large terrace, which is really nice in the summer. The service itself is hit or miss. Depends totally on who's waitressing that night, how good of a mood everyone's in, and how busy it is. Wild swings in service quality is the hallmark of a waitstaff that's hired for looks over experience, and it shows at Macaroni.
The food is standard 2009-2011 Montreal copycat bistro fare. I can't even remember what's on the menu, but I bet I'm probably dead-on if I randomly guess braised-lamb ravioli, lobster taco or maybe lobster rolls, probably a macaroni-cheese dish with a twist (like a thin layer of foie gras on it), etc...etc... The food is fairly well done (suprisingly) and the presentation is excellent. I've never had a poorly done dish there - in fact, I would say they're as good as any quality Plateau resto that does nothing but pride themselves on their chef and the food.
Unfortunately, as others have mentioned, the scene they're desperately trying to create ranges from casual and acceptable to outright idiotic. I've seen lineups nearly going around to block to get in on weekends, and the bouncer is tragically bad at picking quality patrons. The girls range from barely legal scene-whores that have to pool everyone's allowance to buy a bottle, to ageing cougars stuffing their flabby bodies in Betsy Johnson dresses, desperately clinging to whatever semblance of youth they have left. As for the guys, forget it - fauxhawks galore, externally stitched dress shirts with double-button cuffs, jeans with patterns on them, TW Steel watches - a total mess.
You know what? This review seems harsh, but I actually kind of like the place.
Your best bet, if you're looking to actually eat, is to go on a weeknight (like Monday or Tuesday) and enjoy the excellent food. Skip the weekend.
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