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Rotisserie Romados

Since my Assistant Taster, AT, was visiting Montreal for the first time since childhood, I knew we had to hit all the tourist spots as a refresher  the sweeping majority of which had to do with food. The reality is that there were not enough meals in the day to dine at everywhere I wanted to. Much shame. Besides the usual La Banquise for poutine or Schwartz for smoked meat, a gem located in the Upper Plateau that I myself had yet to visit was ROTISSERIE ROMADOS. And so we went. We ordered a quarter chicken meal each which includes: a fresh bun, salad, fries like no tomorrow, some ridiculously good chicken + extra spicy sauce on the side that every single tip on Foursquare, Yelp, and Urbanspoon mentioned. The typical dining set-up between us two is that I spend a considerable amount of time adjusting my camera settings (because I’m still…

La Cabane 2014 Sugar Shack in Vieux-Port, Montreal

This past week off I’ve been on a full fledged tourist foodie endeavour with AT, my Assistant Taster from out of town, who may appear (looking rather unimpressed) in some of the coming posts. If you’re in Quebec, you’ve surely heard of a cabane a sucre, or sugar shacks, that are quite the attraction during the early cold months of the year. Briefly, it has to do with classic dishes heavily saturated with a fiendish dose of maple syrup in these cabins in the woods where the maple syrup is actively cultivated. Not something you would find in the city at least not for the full authentic experience. Of course, intrigued by any gastronomic sensation, I kept it tucked in the back of my mind but really, driving 45 minutes to some secluded place outside of the city was kinda sorta out of question. I’ll try anything once and twice to be sure…

Expanding Culinary Horizons and Cabinets

If you follow me on Instagram, you’d know that I’ve been frequenting my kitchen a lot more these days. And for the right reasons. That is not to look into my fridge every 15 minutes in hopes that something edible will magically appear for my alimentary pleasure, but rather to make food. For the good majority of my life, my dear and loving parents took care of all the cooking. Rarely did they ever ask me to lend a hand in the kitchen because, as my dad puts, it requires far more effort, time, and frustration to teach (a pitiful pile of ineptitude, but these are my words) than it is for him to just do it himself. However, one exception to this was when we made spring rolls, the only thing they ever enlisted me for. Not to brag or anything but I’m a pretty good spring roller. I…

Cartel Street Food

To start off our non-foodie foodie adventure, we decided to inaugurate this baby at Cartel Street Food. Now one might ask, how did we come about this beautiful place? As they say  leave no stone unturned, leave no oyster craving unsatisfied. One quick Google search lead us to the restaurant’s Oysters Wednesdays, when fresh oysters come at $1 a piece with the order of a $5 bubbly. As we trekked through the night into an unknown part of town, we couldn’t help but notice the beautiful weather of the end-of-autumn air piercing our faces. Jen came in with high hopes of eating a mountain of oysters. She even surveyed her entire SnapChat contact list, except Shirley, for their guesses on how many she could eat, which ranged from 5 to an astonishing 30. She excluded Shirley from this blast, as Shirley would witness the event with her very own eyes…