In a state of quasi-culture shock, we settled into a patio table and watch the crowds fly. Hookers and strippers at the gentlemen's club nearby, university protesters, and dog-tethered burnouts smoking copious pot on the streets. What better environment to order a few half-pints off the chalkboard and carouse through Quebec's better draft offerings? Our waitress was the perfect nighttime patio-sitting attendant, keen and correct, but never pushy. The beers were always right, came at the right temp in tulips, and had a fair price on them (for Canada). I could have done without all the smoking, but this is Canada and apparently smoking is still cool here. Great selection.
A later visit for a cider found us stuck indoors with some really slow service, despite the fact that the only action was outdoors. Had trouble getting service and were really hot inside.