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| - Listen. I am not in the market for Bed & Breakfasts. In fact, Bon Matins is the first of its kind I've ever stayed in. I've been all across Europe via hostels. I've stayed in luxury hotels via Priceline. And I've even put my money down for budget motels (you're welcome, Jersey Shore prom).
But when I say Bon Matins is legit, I mean it.
If you're planning a trip to Montreal with your girlfriend, main squeeze, Canadian hooker, or buddy you're trying to eek beyond the friend zone, this is your place.
The staff couldn't be nicer. In fact, not only did the woman behind the desk tolerate my hipster demands for a venue that offered Arcade Fire-like acts, but her coworker accepted a twenty-page faxed lease so I could sign on a place in Hoboken while my friends apartment-hunted. At no charge, mind you.
The location is within walking distance of everything we could ask for. Our room was as cute as a button. And any American watching TV in Quebec has to accept the positive news programs put forth here. I'm talkin' firefighters rescuing cats in trees kind of shit. And I hate cats.
I used to think my girlfriend made the the perfect omelet. Just wait until you sit down for breakfast, personally overseen by the owner himself.
I can't say enough about the establishment in question. I even got a parking ticket that was deducted from my stay. Go to the lobby before you hit the town. The booze in the kitchen is complimentary. Next time I venture North, my accommodations are already spoken for. I love Bon Matins and so should you.
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