Now this is what I'm talking about, an actual neighborhood pub! Things are getting fancy left and right, and I'm pleased to say this place is really not. The staff is denim-clad, they yell at each other from across rooms, the name that appears on your receipt is puny. No pseudo English decor here, this place is dark, with both folding chairs and massive wood tables. The menu is hardy, and their beer selection immense.
For extra charm, they project Habs games onto the side wall.