Jea K.
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Truly communal Québécois meal
One long table. Everyone sitting together, talking like a family who hasn’t seen each other in a year. Every other party that night was from Quebec, and within minutes, we were all introducing each other and sharing stories like old friends. I ended up chatting in my rusty French with a retired general seated next to me and a nice lady who translated and explained what each dish meant to them as Quebecers. I’ve seen the “communal dining” concept at restaurants like Table in Boston, but this was different. Here, people wanted to talk. Constantly talking and laughing for nearly five hours straight.
The entire restaurant was run solely by the chef-owner and his partner, so dishes came out at an unhurried pace that felt just right for the evening. The menu reimagined true Quebec comfort food. Not the kind served in tourist spots, but the kind people here actually grew up eating. Root vegetables like potatoes, cabbage, and beets anchored most of the plates, paired with local seafood for a refined yet personal expression of home cooking.
What surprised me most was that the menu changes every single day. No repeats. The chef said he plans to rotate completely for six years before the same dishes ever return. Knowing that every course was both its debut and finale made it feel even more special. And despite that constant reinvention, nothing felt improvised. Everything was composed yet quietly soulful.
The experience might depend on who you share the table with, but if you want to feel the genuine warmth of Quebec hospitality (beyond any fine dining formality) this is the place to do it.