The service here is, in a word, ineffectual. One of us ordered the steak tartare and the waiter asked "How would you like it cooked?" Uhm... what? For some reason the person who ordered it said "medium rare," adding to the confusion. I'm not entirely certain either person knew what a tartare was but considering the fact that tartare is a French word, I'm going to have to blame this on the waiter. We got the mix up cleared, but this contributed to our entrees taking around 45 minutes to arrive. And nobody around seemed désolé at all. Admittedly, it was kind of fun to practice the little bit of French we knew and try to mime the other things like "Can you take a picture of us?" and "What is the cheapest red wine?" Tourist problems.
The main courses ended up feeling fattening without being especially flavorful. I have no lasting impressions of my own tartare other than that it needed a bit more salt and pepper. The steak frites and the duck confit both looked and tasted pretty standard. The ambiance, however, was very nice what with the completely open front facade and the fountain across the street. But in a place as vibrant as Montreal, I can't imagine this is the best French fare the city has to offer.