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| - I have fond memories of La Petite Marche because I was taken here by an old friend before I had even moved to Montreal. We were seated outside on their lovely little terrasse and I was perusing the menu with difficulty. After all, it was in francais, and I am, much to some people's dismay, a whole lotta anglophone. As I people watched the babes passing by on a lovely summer day, my cafe au lait soon arrived and it was the size of my head. Glorious! Thankfully, after consuming this delicious brunch bevie, I still had room for my ginormous breakfast. Holy moly...eggs, fruit, meat, toast...it's goodness all over the place! Since my first encounter with LPM, I've returned many times...to sit outside and enjoy the lovely weather, or inside to adore the gorgeous artwork that adorns the walls. It's really quite a beautiful spot on the bustling street of St. Denis where happy people succumb to the age-old dilemma of eating large amounts of food because their eyes are simply bigger than their stomachs. And, amen to that!
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