Steve W.
Yelp
I'm going to counter this one star review with the fact that we came here twice in 2017 and had a good experience, the fact that this is still one star should give you a decent indication of just how bad this experience was, however if you're interested in the details, please read on...
To start with we were met with indifference, it wasn't particularly late, and it's Montreals busiest weekend of the year, so every business is embracing that, apart from this place.
We were giving about a minute between having menus thrown at us and being asked 'yes?' Which we assumed by the look and tone of the 'waitress' was her way of asking us what we would like. We ordered some latka to start, more as attempt to give us time to actually read the menu more than anything else.
The 'latka' arrived, way too quickly, clearly reconstituted from the day, imagine a hockey puck thrice fried in old margarine, then deep fry it in week old oil and you'd be about there.
For our main course we ordered the poutine with ground beef, and the 'q' burger.
The 'poutine' was some sad old fries that clearly couldn't wait to die, covered in a brown runny liquid that nobody in their right minds would ever call gravy, ever. It was topped off with 'ground beef', which was clearly an old chopped up burger which had a suspiciously similar texture and taste to the hockey puck latka.
And then come the 'q' burger. This burger was the equivalent of your tinder date date sending you pictures of Marylyn Monroe and turning out to be Marylyn Manson, which would be awesome if that was what you were expecting, but not when you're preference leans towards the Monroe end of the Marylyn spectrum. It was totally devoid of any of their 'famous' bbq sauce, it was drier than the Sahara during a drought, and the 'bun' on which it was served had the consistency of bread that has been at sea for a week and washed up on a beach.
As if the 'cuisine' wasn't bad enough, the 'waitress' decided to call my wife all kinds of names in French assuming that we wouldn't understand, and describe anyone going to, or coming from a formula 1 race as morons. We are not fluent, but we know enough.
Just to add insult to injury, rather then removing the burger that was nothing like the thing they advertised from the bill, she added herself a tip without asking.
So in summary, if you like really shit food, dreadful service served up by someone who should have been put out to pasture a decade ago, and enjoy being insulted behind your back too. Then you've found your spot.
Make the most of soon though, this establishment has no place in what is a vibrant and wonderful city, and I for one will be happy to see it go.