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| - I'm giving this place a five because it is what it is supposed to be. Montreal's legendary smoked meat Mecca. Maybe that is the wrong metaphor since it's run by some Jewish folks, but the idea is right.
It's crowded all the time and you have to wait in line outside for the surly wait person to come out and check the line for a party of your size. It looks like they have spent $0 ever for renovation. There is a window in front with a pile of whatever they've recently cooked. Usuallly, a pile of beef briskets, tied in string. Last night it was a
Pile of smoked chickens very unglamourously dumped. Of course, they don't stay here long, so why make an elegant pile? When you do get inside, you have very few choices to make on the limited menu. It is crowded and noisy and you need to be ready to order as you sit down.
This is all, OK! It's part of the Schwartz's shtick.
The simple thing to do, then, is immediately order a brisket sandwich and a pickle. I'd also get some fries (frites) which are pretty good. Here is the big hint - get the FATTY brisket in your sandwich. They have three settings: lean (=meat cardboard anywhere including here), medium (what I had mistakenly ordered in the past = just OK), and fatty (= the one that is unmatched and unbeatable). So moist and tender and flavorful. Fatty. Remember that.
No beer here. Just water, soft drinks and such. In a way, it's brilliant because with the simple menu and inventory, they can serve you within five minutes even with all he crowd all the time. My chum from work (we are here for a convention) thought it was totally great too.
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