I could hardly wait to get to Montreal so I could go back to Chez L'Epicier. The amuse bouche was the macaron with goat cheese which others have mentioned. Sounds awful, tastes heavenly. Next a shrimp salad...not big ole shrimp on the side of the glass with seafood sauce. Oh no. Little bitty shrimp with red grapefruit sections and radish. Filet for entree and would I like wild mushrooms, in season, with that? Oh yes, please. Perfectly cooked. Dessert was a delightful pistachio confection with itty bitty spheres of meringue. How do they do that? A cup of tea and I was blissful while I waited for the check. But wait! There's more! The server came back, not with the check, but with a plate of homemade marshmallows and a little burner. Just because the chef though I might enjoy them..."you know, like the campfire when we were children?" Yes, but we never had homemade marshmallows at any campfire I ever sat around! And now I'm ruined. Ruined. I can never eat commercial marshmallows again. No one else got the marshmallow treatment, everyone was looking as I toasted them, and why I got them I don't know. Maybe just because I was so truly, honestly happy to be there again!