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| - My parents are in the market for a more upscale joint, the type that doesn't advertise itself as "classy", you know? So naturally they started to look into hotel restaurants. So out of the blue we went to the Old Port, and ended up in the beautiful Intercontinental. Right off the bat, I'm smitten with a place that has a couch for you to wait on. Fancy! You'll be glad to know that the restaurant passes the bathroom test with flying colors, but what about the food? The appetizers were lovely, I had some eggplant cakes, my father chose fat slices of salmon, but my mother hit the jackpot with the fried calamari. Those were among the best fried things I have eaten! We selected the table d'hôte, (which is a blackboard brought to your table). The mixed grill platter was humongous and looked pretty great, but nowhere was it written that my seafood casserole would be 75% rice! Hey!
I liked the decor, which was pretty cosy (you get to sit in armchairs!) but it seems Osco! has a bit of an identity crisis: is it hip? or is stuffy better suited to the premises? Gaah! As some point the jazzy lounge sounds just got irritating. Speaking of irritating, look, my parents know they got an accent, but after two decades of Quebec potholes, winters and construction seasons, it's grating to sit down for a fine dining experience, and have the waiter go: "So you must be tourists! What brings you here?!". And SHUT IT DOWN.
Also, we sorta wanted to celebrate Mother's day, so it wasn't too cool on the staff's part to care mainly about my dad. So ladies, flash a wallet.
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