Just got back from joe beef and I am so goddamn full. Oh my god. I am very fucking full. Lobster spaghetti reminded me of that scene in ratatouille where fireworks are going off in remy’s head when he’s combining different foods. Like every bite was so rich and luxurious and buttery (so very French) and then it turned like light and citrusy and zesty? It was so rich and it had like a sequence of flavors occurring. Like i have rarely had that happen where you have a dish kinda change flavors towards the end of the time that it’s in your mouth. Idk man it was so good Yeah, i really did order $70 spaghetti lobster and I will not be doing that ever again. Quite literally worth it but i am so fucking full. That dish easily could’ve been for two people. That marjolaine did not disappoint. It was not what I was expecting- I was expecting a classic chocolate praline whatever the fuck one, but instead it was pistachio, vanilla buttercream, strawberry- was that intentional, to be some kind of neapolitan? Playful riff. Thank god it was light. Those flavors WORKED together. They mixed the beef tartare right in front of you and then mixed the stuff and put it on your plate. I realized i don’t like endives, but I still love some good beef tartare. Probably the only meal I’ve had that was super expensive that was actually worth all of that in terms of fullness. The last time i had a meal with that bill i was not full. But oh my god i was so stuffed. See, this restaurant is a big reason why i wanted to come to montreal. A city where classical dining reigns supreme and is always in style. It’s everywhere. It’s pervasive. I went into that restaurant so fucking hungry, and now I feel like i’m not gonna eat anything except for fruits and vegetables tomorrow. That’s definitely me lying to myself. Everyone is very nice here. I feel at home and so comfortable speaking French, is that weird? Incredibly diverse. A melange of French and American cultures. Slowed-down life, more appreciative (?), but there’s something quintessentially European that isn’t here. Farmer’s market was mad cheap. Why can’t farmer’s markets be so good in Chicago or Atlanta that they become tourist destinations? It’s a city that encourages you to indulge. Every old town has the same blueprint, I swear. Someone playing a cover of a pop song on an instrument on the road (this time it was Blinding Lights with some obscure instrument), tourist shops with things made from china, art galleries, tourist restaurants, a ben and jerry’s, artisan craft stores. Maybe a ferris wheel. And as soon as you go outside of the tourist area, it’s quiet and only locals are there.