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| - 'Tis the season for maple-fuelled sugar highs and pork fat-induced drowsiness. We actually selected a very bad weekend to go sugar shacking, as it was -20C without the wind factor. And the wind was definitely there.
Nevertheless, we HAD to show this wonderful tradition to an Argentinian friend who would soon return home, so we rented a car, braved the cold and drove to Mont-St-Grégoire. The drive there is rather short and easy. The road to l'Erabliere Charbonneau is lined with countless other sugar shacks, but Charbonneau is one of the best reviewed. The sugar shack's compound is rather large, comprising of a mini-farm with goats (and a llama!!), a playground, an orchard, a house dedicated to maple-on-snow, and the Charbonneau restaurant.
We didn't make a reservation, but we arrived right at opening time and got a table right away. The restaurant's food is nice, although a bit simple. Everything (except a small apple juice sample) is all-you-can-eat, which makes the ~33$/person price tag seem reasonable. For that price, you also get maple-on-snow and a tractor ride to the orchard nearby, where you can sample cider and wines. The meal has three services: 1) entrees (beets, coleslaw, split bean/ham soup, bread and pork spread, etc), 2) mains (eggs and ham, sausages, bacon/oreilles de crisse, potatoes, beef patties, beans), and 3) desserts (pancakes, maple butterscotch, "pets-de-soeur", sugar pie, etc.). After the second wave of food, we were already pretty bloated, so desserts threw us staight into food coma.
To wake us up, we went to see the orchard shop - which is barely 3 minutes away - but sitting in the back of that tractor in the bitter cold made it seem more like 10 minutes. The shop is quite nice, with tons of local products, maple confections, candies, pies, pickles, and, strangely, emu oil-based hygiene products (!). There was free, warm cinnamon-flavored apple juice for everyone, and free samples of ciders and wines in a little house nearby. But most of us just wanted to take a nap, so we crumbled into comfy sofas in a lobby closeby. Half an hour later, we shaked off the drowsiness to brave once again the cold and return to the main compound. There, we each had a maple taffy on ice, rushed to the warm comfort of our car and drove off. It was a very quiet drive back.
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