Bier Goddess Hilary shakes her fists.
It was Sunday and we would be heading home soon but not before we had a last brunch to commemorate our first Mondial. We headed to Santropol as it was recommended. Apparently they have the best sandwiches in Montreal. Now anyone who knows Montreal's reputation would think that a statement like that is up for debate. But since it's was spoken so highly about, we decided it was fine to trust this suggestion. So off we went and in a hurry since Bier Goddess Hilary had to be at the train station in a couple of hours. Alas, it was closed. Hopes of varifying if they really had the best sandwiches in Montreal came to a terrible end.
Graffitti on our walk to find an alternate brunch place. Urban Art, nice.
We decided that time was short so we better start looking for some other place that was open. We passed a few places but we were set on breakfast-like brunch now. Hmmm...why did this street seem so familiar? Oh, we were here last night when we walked back to the hotel. St. Laurent is a main street running from the south end of Montreal right up into the northern suburbs. It seemed different in the daylight.
We decided on this place - Le Vieux St. Laurent.
Trying to get a group concensus on where to eat is sometimes tough but we were running out of time. So this place had a variety of menu items - something for everyone. It was lucky that we ended up here because look what we got!!
Bier Goddess Hilary's crepe.
My strawberry encrusted french toast.
There was not a lot of beer-related activities that day except that we did stop another SAQ on the way back to the hotel. Each location can have different products in stock. We got a few more goodies to bring home. That's one of my favourite parts of travelling - having beer for home that you would otherwise not have had access to. Maybe I should rename myself Bier Mule.
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