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| - I was meandering about old town Montreal, and I wanted an authentic old-town restaurant. I wanted the great open window, the old town building, and I had a hankering for fish. I was drawn to this place by an aroma that tickled my olfactory senses a block or so down the street.
It had the great open window and a beautiful brunette greeted me and asked where I'd like to sit. She gave me a menu and a glass of water. I first needed a restroom, and beautiful brunette gave me directions to the facilities.
I've got to comment on the bathrooms, or rather the pathway too them. Out the restaurants door I found myself in an old stone mason stairway, wooden stairs creaked as I climbed them. I could feel the history of this place. This was the old Montreal I was looking for. I savored the walk to the bathroom as long as I could, but beautiful brunette would be waiting for my lunch order.
The menu was good, and I found myself torn between two items. In cases like this, I tend to get an opinion of an employee. So I asked beautiful brunette which item she preferred. She picked one and I ordered it. It was a sautéed filet of sole, with a salad and potato. Beautiful brunette said it wasn't actually a polish dish, and I was okay with that.
The fish came out, it looked and smelled delicious. A filet covered in slivered almonds sat next to a salad and skinned potatoes. I ate them, and they were delicious. A band struck up a merry tune outside at a festival going on a few streets away. Every now and again a cool breeze would blow in through the great opened window behind me. The meal experiance was magical.
Beautiful brunette visited me often, filling my water glass, and checking on my progress with the delicious meal. The bill ended up around 20 bucks with tax and tip.
I'm way glad I ate here, and not at the five guys burgers down the street. I would recommend it, and their bathroom to anybody visiting.
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