Two restaurants deserve their own posting. I had two amazing foodie experiences in Quebec city. The first was with Laura on Saturday night at a restaurant that had an ice bar outside. Meaning, a bar built completely out of ice- there are quite a few of the in Quebec city. This one was decorated with ice sculptures and from where we were sitting inside in the restaurant we could see the fat bartender doing little dances behind the bar to keep warm, which was funny in itself. The restaurant was run by a non-nonsense middleaged Quebecqois lady who had little patience for either of us. Laura had a local version of pork pie, I ordered the caribou stew. Caribou is pretty much reindeer (I think) so that does it, I expect to be on Santa's naughty list indefinetely. We rounded all of this out with some Italian table wine and maple pie, Laura and I were feeling the ambiance of being in Quebec on a Saturday night. Obviously we weren't the only ones enjoying the festival- we were somewhat surprised by a couple of Quebec teenagers entering the restaurant and disappearing into the nearby toilets. UNmistakable and loud sounds issued forth and that pretty much decided us- time to go.
On Sunday the three of us, Nik, Laura and myself when to Aux Anciens Canadiens, the oldest restaurant in Quebec and arguably one of the oldest buildings in North America. It was a beautiful place, fireplace, low ceilings, waiters in traditional garb. We all had the table d'hote- 3 courses with a glass of wine- exceptionally well-priced. Best onion soup ever, pheasant for mains and maple pie for dessert. If Quebec wasn't built on some seriously steep hills, you would have to roll me onto my next train. And no, pheasant, doesn't taste just like chicken :-) More like duck. So we sat and chatted for 2 hours with a real sense of being on holiday. In all, it stands out as one of the best Sunday lunches ever, with two wonderful young women I hope to see again one day.
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