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| - Gralhggha. That's the sound of me salivating over the thought of their bone marrow appetizer. It's sooooo good. Sinfully delicious hunks of bone marrow with crunchy toasts and coarse sea salt. That may have been the best thing I ate in Montreal.
I also had a very competent duck confit salad, while my friend had the beef tartare. Both were very tasty and well-executed, but neither was knock-your-socks-off amazing like the bone marrow. Mmmm, bone marrow...
The dessert, however, wasn't that great, even if it was a spectacle. We ordered the floating island, and when it came out, our server actually wished us luck in finishing it. It was giant. But the problem was that the island was encased in a hard shell of caramelized sugar which was overwhelming and not that tasty, and there wasn't much of an ocean for the island to float in.
The service at this place was also great for the most part. Very smart and very professional, even though it was packed. I feel like I should also mention that my friend and I were clearly the youngest table that we could see. Granted, we're college students, and most other tables looked like older businessmen...
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