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| - Okay so I had the pleasure of tasting Chuck's fare at a wine event last year and was floored. Add to this all the hype that GM has been getting from Iron Chef and The Food Network and I knew I absolutely HAD to go.
As you've probably read on here before getting a reservation tends to be tricky. I tried calling a month ahead and like everyone else I failed to get a call back - BUT in GM's defense if you actually listen to the outgoing message they do say they ONLY call back if there is availability and so I had to go to plan B. Plan B aka Plan "Show No Mercy". And so I put on my Saturday's best, ditched my friends for two hours to go "shopping" and dropped by the restaurant with a pathetic look on my face. Yes, I am sorry to say if you are serious about getting in here you're going to have to cut the dead weight (aka your friends). Getting a seat at the bar is far easier for a group on one than it is for two or three.
Well my plan worked, the lovely gentleman at the front and I were able to come to an understanding which had me seated at the bar in 15 minutes and out the door in two hours (which was two times longer than I needed).
The decor of the place is nice in a dark, shabby-chic kind of way, which compliments it's location in Old Montreal. The noise level was average, not too loud, not too soft and the music was a mish mash of 1980's classics, which was a nice departure from the constant dance party my ears are often assaulted with in Montreal. Of course there is no signage outside, but if you know how to read numbers and a map it shouldn't be a problem finding the place.
And the food? OM NOM NOM! Given that I was leading a secret double life and actually had dinner plans I opted to only try one item - the Cheddar Tomato salad, and it was like a Beautiful Spring day erupting in my mouth. Fried cheddar, moist avocado, cucumber, red onion and juicy tomatoes on a bed of mixed greens dusted in herbs and ever so delicately dressed in a flavorful vinagrette, it had me saying "Caprese what?" I also made friends with another wise solo diner (see who needs old friends anyway), who basically inhaled his Lobster Poutine and then proceeded to drool all over his dinner plate, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say it was pretty remarkable as well.
So in a nutshell, if you are completely anal and value your friendships get someone who speaks Quebecois French to call two months ahead every day until they take your reservation OR ditch the friends, wear something fashionable and flirt with the guy at the front door. In my opinion the bar seats are best anyway because you can see right into the kitchen and the female bartender is not only easy on the eyes but super friendly and informative as well.
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