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"I speak English but I don't take baby." (gesturing to baby with couple behind us)
We were seated in a sunny atrium overlooking Jean-Talon Marché and the beautiful people of Montréal.
BRILLIANT. Wasn't our baby. Popped in for brunch here with a girlfriend. I had the Oeufs Bénédictine (Eggs Benedict) and my friend Amy ordered La Poutine Matin (breakfast poutine), but, really, we shared.
So the Oeufs Bénédictine were delicious. Perhaps some of the best Hollandaise sauce I've ever had and there was this unexpected this slice of sharp cheddar under the ham. The potatoes is was served with was divine. Perhaps on the fruit salad was a bit disappointing.
The poutine was also quite exceptional. The gravy was lovely and I'd imagine that means the regular poutine is lovely as well. This one, instead of fried, has the roasted potatoes served with lunch, a poached egg, a bunch of tiny sausages and a piece of bacon in with the gravy and the cheese curds. Divine. The gravy could have been hotter because the curds never got melty but it was too delicious to matter.
The coffee here was also very good.
Despite the delicious food and charming atmosphere, where Le Pourvoyeur really excels was service. We never wanted for refills on coffee or water. We were left alone when we wished to linger and whisked away when we wished to leave. And, when I was having trouble reaching a local Yelper/friend about meeting for coffee because my stupid American phone and my friend's stupid American phone both lacked service, our server stepped up and leant us her personal phone to reach him. This was unexpected and we were grateful.
Le Pourvoyeur is a top notch establishment across the board. (And they take credit cards!)
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