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Yet another one of these Montreal must-visits so many told me to try. They were right. Take what you love about farmers' markets (where does that damn apostrophe go?), add some serious street cred, aged wisdom, and a bunch of delicious items to eat and you have the wonderfulness that is Marche Jean-Talon.
I began my visit just by walking around. There's a lot to explore, see, smell, and taste you so owe it to yourself to do it all. As I went aisle by aisle, tasting different fruits, speaking mangled franglais and, generally, making a touristy nuisance of myself, I thought how happy I was to be here and be present. After I couldn't take any more torture of temptation, I landed on Le Tartarin. I noticed a bunch of people queued up there and figured that they must know what's up. They did. I didn't know how to order and the workers were too busy to show me. Finally, a manager took pity on me and walked me through the process. The good news is that I had plenty of time to know what I wanted to order: one salmon fume sandwich (with capers, onions and cream cheese... you know the deal), fries with vinegar (why hadn't I done this before?) and apple juice. Lunch of champions.
But, I wasn't done.
During lunch, I was joined by la reine de Montreal who let me know that I needed gelato in my life. She led me to Havre Aux Glaces and I, sheepishly, bowed my head. Y'see, I'd already been there sampling their goodies for all they were worth and promising to come back. Great minds and all that. After tasting the 70% chocolate (and having it rock my world), I ordered some caramel gelato and allowed myself to go in to full blimp mode. I didn't care. I was on vacation.
Ugh. This review has me jonesing for the magic of MJT. I don't suppose I can justify a trip up north JUST to come here... can I?
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