OMG. This was our last night (celebrating my wife's 14-day retirement vacation) and I wanted my wife to experience a REAL French restaurant. We had wandered from one highly-rated eatery to another and I was beginning to sound like the grumpy old fool that I am, as I turned down one highly-rated eatery after another. In disgust, my ever-hungrier wife finally turned and said, "Just WHAT DO you want in a restaurant? My answer..."Well, my fantasy would look like a castle with drop dead medieval ambiance (sort of like the Castle of Chalon in Geneva, though furnished), would serve good wine and drink, 4-star or better food, exotic appetizers that show off the chef's skills, killer steaks, attentive...helpful service, decadent desserts, yes...at reasonable prices, and could never...EVER be accused of being street food. Then we wandered by Les Filles Du Roy inside the Hotel Pierre du Calvet in Montreal. There IS a God. OMG! We began with a wander around the late 17th century facility shamelessly snapping pictures...we sat down at our ornately decorated table and warmed up with a Dubonnet and Bloody Mary. Being French, the bread was to die for. Soon, our French Onion soup and Bleu Cheese Escargots appeared engendering a tug-of-war as we sort of split them down the middle. Then Tammy's Osso Buco and my Filet arrived!!! Tres magnifique!!! Medium rare...and it really was. The wine was a Bordeaux. The dessert(s) were Creme Brûlée and Chocolate Mousse cake. Again a standing ovation. We closed the command performance with Cafe au Lait. Then we got to visit their courtyard (charming), and meet their cat and many birds. One crawled out on Tammy's shoulder and refused to return to her cage. Our dinners in Paris were nowhere near as good. Fantasy fulfilled. Thank you, Les Fillies Du Roy, for ending our vacation on such a high note. Only sorry we didn't find you sooner.