Alright, so there might just be a new contestant in my Favourite City in the WORLD EVER competition.
I love the French.
A few weeks ago I was invited on behalf of Wyndham to check out their new TRYP Quebec Hotel Pur located in the sexy St. Roch neighborhood of Quebec City.
There was a heavy, HEAVY emphasis on food. The French like to eat. Quelle surprise!
I was only in the city for three days, but I’m pretty sure I gained 5 lbs. The chef from Table (the hotel restaurant) literally followed us around. I’m not kidding. We show up at the art museum for a tour and he’s just chilling out flipping burgers on the grill. NBD.
Tapas Tapas Tapas
I especially LOVE tapas culture. Seriously, our first night’s dinner at Table turned into a 40-tapas meal extravaganza:
- Ceviche and grapefruit vinaigrette
- Yellow betts salad with goat cheese, apple and maple syrup vinaigrette
- Cauliflower soup with crab, diced potatoes, and parmesan tuile
- Shrimp and Calabrese sausage with mango coulis and coconut milk
- Forest mushroom pot pie finished with cream in a pastry puff
- Lamb chops with green beans, marinated in rosemary, garlic, red wine and mustard
- Churros with chocolate and caramel sauce
I always judge the deliciousness of my meals by how unpronounceable the menu items are.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do and eat your friggen face off. I was told several times that Chez Ashton HAD to be on Things to Do list. Established in 1969, the venue became the original home of the poutine.
It’s always fun to watch Americans try poutine for the first time. A dish that’s so commonplace to Canadians seems horrifying to foreigners…until they try it. But Ashton’s was like an awakening for me, too.
I opted for the classics cheese curds and poutine sauce combination, although Ashton’s lets you add a whole slew of other ingredients (like green peas).
I never knew what “squeaky cheese curds” meant until that moment.
How can I return to the lazy poutine way of shredded cheese and gravy dumped on top? Get with it, Canada!
The French-Canadians share one very important similarity with Newfoundlanders: we love booze. It’s sold in convenience stores, for the love of god.
On our city tour, we swung by the Marche du Vieux-Port in the Old Port. Open all year round, the market features fresh fruits, veggies, and other local products.
My group didn’t get far before we decided to try the iced apple cider wine made by the Bilodeau cidrerie. I loved the icy bite of apple so much that I bought a bottle for Cailin’s mother as an apology for drunk sleepwalking at her house the previous weekend.
Naturally, I also had to stop by Le Monde des Bieres: The World of Beers. Pretty much the only French I understood. If you’re ever there, make sure you pick up some beer from Dieu du Ciel!
In the St. Roch neighborhood, stop by for a taste platter of beer at La Korrigane brewpub. It’s only $10, and even the coffee porter is delicious.
A FISH, A FISH, A FISHY OooOO!
Finally, although I didn’t get to actually eat here, I paid a visit to the new JEF poissonnerie. You can purchase fresh fish here, or premade dishes. The dude who runs it is young and really knows his stuff, so make sure you swing by and support a small local business.
Plus they have log stump stools. I’m a fan.