Even if one is not a Beaujolais-drinking, Gauloise-smoking butter butt, one must go French in Montreal, non?
I could have eaten those beets-and-apple salads with hazelnut dressing all night: heavenly times three. The salmon, however, could have been taken out 2-3 minutes earlier, and the asparagus would have been fine without the lemon butter. The combination of citrus and dairy generally displeases me. As soon as the lobster arrives, I remembered that I don't care for laborious food and forced my husband to trade with me. The chocolate fondant and creme brulee are pleasant but not extraordinary, although that didn't keep me from finishing both mine and my parents'.