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| - So this review has been marinating in my drafted reviews for awhile. Not on purpose, though. But it has been a couple months since my brief visit to Montreal. For that reason, it surprises me how vivid my memory of dining at Marche is.
First of all, this quaint little restaurant seemed to be in a popular area where cafes were aplenty. We chose it because we noticed they served beer (we were thirsty!) and someone we saw in the window was stuffing their mouth with what looked to be a really appetizing crepe.
To us, all beer and crepes are one helluva combo. Sold!
It's cramped when you first walk in. There's a cramped dining area to you right, then hop down a couple stairs to see a bigger dining area with some booths and then the counter/deli case where you can place your carryout order.
We squeezed into the front right dining area and were given menus - in French. In fact, everything was in French. (Yeah, yeah - I know I'm in Montreal ... but we don't speak French.)
After deciphering what we could from the menu (jambon = ham! I knew that one), I settled for the ham and brie crepe. Even if it was the only thing I could recognize on the menu, it was the best choice I could've ever made. My tastebuds were singing!! Everything about that crepe was made to perfection. And the accompanying side salad was equally as scrumptious. The perfect side to the heaviness of the crepe.
After sucking back a couple beers and finishing every bite of food on my plate, our peppy server brought over a dessert waffle smothered in chocolate - on the house! I'm positive he knew we were tourists - it was obvious - so we deeply appreciated the gesture. So nice! And it was tasty to boot. (That's a given though, it's a chocolate waffle!)
Thanks for a great meal & memory, Marche!
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