48 Hours in Montreal

A few weekends ago
, Andy and I took a 55-minute flight from New York to Montreal to celebrate our 20th anniversary. I had never been, and we were only going for 48 hours, so we had some crucial decisions to make, especially as those decisions related to eating and drinking. There is only so much one can consume over the course of two days in one of the more serious eating cities in North America — Montreal definitely lands squarely in the category of Food Anxiety Town — and by all accounts, we felt like we did things right. Montreal is the city of poutine and smoked meat and foie gras and pig trotters and bagels and boulangeries, and temples of gluttony like Joe Beef, which meant, in addition to planning a tight restaurant itinerary, I needed to shed all pretenses of moderation and mentally prepare to eat my face off.  Note before I even begin: I want to a) thank all the readers who, way back when, commented with Montreal restaurant recs and b) apologize to half of those readers for not getting to all the places you mentioned. Since presumably, you know Montreal, you know that this is not my fault. (That’s why we’re going back!) Here’s what went down.

Friday, Late Morning
 Our flight from New York landed ahead of schedule and we headed to our hotel, The William Gray, to check in early. It’s located in the heart of Old Montreal along the St. Lawrence river, and the plan was to spend most of that afternoon eating and exploring the neighborhood, with the ultimate goal being lunch. Even more immediate a need, though, was a latte or a good cup of coffee, one that would hopefully erase all memories of the sad cup we endured at LaGuardia a few hours earlier. (I sincerely hope good coffee has been built into the nightmare LGA renovation plan.) We found it at Maison Christian Faure on Place Royal, just off Saint Paul, and, since it was almost lunch, had to do our best to resist the pastries and sweets and artisanal marshmallows screaming our names…or maybe our kids’ names, I never know the difference anymore.

I’m not saying anything original here, but walking through Old Montreal feels like walking in Paris. It’s crazy to take a one-hour flight from home and feel like you’ve crossed an ocean. We spent a lot of time stopping and staring at storefronts like this one.

Friday Lunch
We ducked into some of the boutique-y stores along Rue Saint Paul before heading to Olive et Gourmando (thanks, readers!) for lunch. This was me after they told us it would be a 30- to 40-minute wait. Notice I’m still smiling! I was starving, but it was such a beautiful fall day — we really lucked out with weather, high 50s, low 60s, bright blue sky — so I didn’t even mind. Plus, I could’ve happily killed a couple hours in lifestyle mecca Espace Pepin right across the street.

was worth the wait. The energy was buzzy and cozy and you could tell instantly that the place was a real Montreal institution. We split a soba noodle salad with tofu, edamame, and greens and a grilled cheese made with raclette, gouda, and caramelized onion. We also ordered two glasses of Muscadet — you know you’re old when a glass of wine in the middle of the day feels like about the most rebellious thing you can do.

Friday, Late Afternoon
There was more wandering along the river and through Old Montreal, and then a cocktail at The Coldroom before dinner. It was a 30-second walk from our hotel and was one of those places that had no sign outside. You had to be buzzed in, then be led down an industrial staircase to the low-ceilinged bar area. It was packed. When we sat down at the bar, the overalled, tattooed bartender gave us a free shot of something to hold us over — a citrusy beer concoction. “It might be a wait,” she told us, but we’ve never seen a bartender work so hard and so fast and we could’ve watched her all day. I went with this above, the Lavender Bees Knees, made with gin, lavender, honey and lemon. It went down easy.

Friday dinner
was at Foxy, the culinary highlight of the trip, maybe one of the culinary highlights of my year. If Montreal is a city that’s made for winter, this is the restaurant that is made for a winter city. Warm and inviting with a roaring wood-fire oven in the back room, it’s exactly how I’d eat every night in cold weather if I could. Almost everything is cooked in the wood-fire oven — pizzas, smoked meats and fish, flatbreads. This is a terrible photo, but it was imperative that I document the dish that I want to remember forever: A oven-baked feta with concord grapes, almonds, and currants served with warm, puffy flatbread. If ordering that was the smartest thing we did at Foxy, the second smartest thing we did was reserving two seats at the bar so we could have access to our excellent bartender, Daphne. Reminder: When visiting a new city, always ask your bartender or server for their favorite local places. Foxy was out-of-control busy — especially the bar — but before we left, Daphne handed us this sheet of paper outlining an ideal Saturday itinerary for her home town. I mean, seriously. If that’s not the best service…

These were the musts on Daphne’s dinner list: Marconi, Bouillon Bilk, and Damas. (All of which, I believe, showed up as DALS reader recs.) She said, if you go one place, go to upscale Syrian favorite Damas. “It’s special.” We tried, but reservations were impossible to come by. Advice to future travelers: Book ahead.

Saturday, Breakfast at Larry’s
. We decided to go for a short run from our neighborhood to Mile End, and reward our efforts with breakfast at Larry’s, about 2.5 miles away. When I was helping out in the Bon Appetit offices a few months ago, I edited a travel story about Montreal where the hilarious Tyler Kord described Larry’s as the kind of place that you’d have to wait for hours to get into if it was in Brooklyn or Silver Lake. Even super early on a Saturday there were college-age kids on laptops and one reading a literary journal at a table by the window. The coffee was strong, the menu was simple, and though I felt guilty about not eating a bagel in the land of bagels (they didn’t sell any) I recovered as soon as my Pikalet arrived. It was like a mini corn pancake that the server recommended pairing with smoked salmon and also syrup. Good grief. No regrets on my end. (Note: Larry’s is also open for lunch and dinner and the bar looked intimate and fun; highly recommend trying that out.)

Saturday, Late Morning
Even though the Parc du Mont-Royal was a quick walk from Larry’s, we Ubered back to the hotel to shower (remember, we were in our running clothes; not the smartest planning) only to head right back to the same neighborhood (Mile End, Plateau, the Park) to start our exploring. We worried that the end of October was going to be too late to get the full fall foliage effect, but the Frederick Law Olmsted-designed park was golden and glorious. In the winter, you can snowshoe and tube and and ice skate in the park, but we were happy people-watching…

…and hiking the hilly trails to various peaks that offered beautiful views of the city. What I also remember about this activity: Staring at our phones waiting for Phoebe to text us an update from her cross-country meet. You can take the parents out of their routine…

Naturally, after expending all that energy, we needed a mid-morning latte. We found it at Café Névé, one of Daphne’s picks in the Little Portugal area of Le Plateau. They are apparently well-known for their ginormous fresh-baked cookies, too, but we knew we had to save our stomach real estate for…

Lunch at Schwartz’s
 The oldest Jewish deli in Montreal, famous for their smoked meat sandwiches, was on literally every Montreal Recommendation list we came across. To the point where we wondered if it was going to be too touristy. I’m glad we ignored that voice of doubt and endured the legendary line anyway. Check out the sky by the way.

During our 48 hours in Montreal, we didn’t have poutine, we didn’t have foie gras at Au Pied du Cochon, we didn’t go to Joe Beef, arguably the most well-known temple of meat-and-sausage-and-bacon fueled gluttony in the city. But we did have the smoked meat sandwich at Schwartz’s, so I think we can still hold our heads high. The servers reminded me of the servers at Katz’s in New York, surly and rushed, and the only kind you really want at a place like this. We ordered one sandwich to share, but I knew almost instantly the waiter was going to ignore that request and bring two. Thank goodness I was right. (What were we thinking anyway?) Their smoked meat sandwiches are essentially similar to pastrami or corned beef sandwiches, but a little more peppery and always served on Rye with yellow mustard. My father would’ve gone crazy.

We spent the rest of the afternoon walking off our lunch and weaving in and out of the trendy stores on Boulevard Saint Laurent, cutting across Avenue Saint Viateur (where we finally bought a few famous bagels)…


…Hit a cool bookstore, Drawn & Quarterly on Rue St Bernard…

…ogled some design-y candles at a store, the name of which I can’t remember! (Sorry! I loved this photo so much I couldn’t help myself.)

We ended our Saint Laurent wandering with a pastry at Boulangerie Hof Kelsten for an afternoon treat. The brisket sandwich here, served with sliced apples, pickled cabbage, and Russian dressing is supposed to be mind-blowing. But we had met our smoked meat quota for the day already and plus, we had reservations only an hour or two later at…

Nora Gray
  When I made the reservation here, I had it in my head that this was going to be the official anniversary dinner and it delivered big on that. The lighting was amber and soft, the vibe was chic — warm-chic, not intimidating chic — and there was a very high percentage of diners wearing black. We ate house made gnocchi and beautiful beet salads with almonds and goat cheese. I wouldn’t take the kids here if they had been with me, but I guess that was the point..
Sunday Morning
We needed to leave for the airport by 11:00 which meant we had just enough time to grab a coffee at Cafe Olimpico in the lobby (only an outpost; the main one is in Mile End) then hit the massive Jean-Talon market in Little Italy, about a 20-minute drive from the hotel. Our weather luck had run out and it was pouring, but we figured we’d try to snag some last-minute food gifts for the kids and all the friends who were driving our kids everywhere while we were away. We were inside a beautiful little chocolate shop when Andy got an alert from Air Canada: Due to weather, your flight has been canceled. They rebooked us for a flight that wouldn’t have gotten us home at midnight, so we sat at one of the picnic tables next to a giant display of fall apples and booked a rental car. An hour later we were in a compact economy on 87 south, barreling home to New York. It was a six-hour rainy drive, but it served mainly to remind us how great a road trip it would make next summer when we return with the kids. There’s no way that’s not happening. Especially since we never ate poutine.

Thanks, Montreal. We miss you!

P.S. For more ideas, pick up a copy of the December 2017 issue of Bon Appetit. Tyler Kord wrote a seriously entertaining story on Montreal eating and exploring.

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Wow! I’m from Montreal and you guys just nailed it! A good mix of old classics and fun new places. Montreal at that time of the year, when the weather is that gorgeous, is a treat. Glad you enjoyed it!


That makes me so happy, thank you Katia! We love your city and will definitely be back…with kids next time.


My husband and I went to Montreal a few years ago for a quick vacation, and I wish I would’ve had your list then! Now I’m going to start planning a second trip!

Carol Wayne

I am working my way through the Louise Penny Inspector Gamache novels and Montreal and Quebec City are pretty big characters, as well as the fictional town of Three Pines…cant wait to make a trip there…I remember reading of Leonard Cohen’s favorite restaurant in Montreal..but cant remember where. What a great trip. That is something I really miss about living back East…in Texas a 6 hour trip will get you somewhere….in Texas!

Liza McArdle

Me too! My trip in July was specifically inspired by the Louise Penny novels. You MUST go to Knowlton and Sutton if you go. Everyone there is so friendly and they LOVE talking about their local celebrity. 🙂


I am in Ottawa, about 2 hours from Montreal, and I fantasize weekly about driving after work just to have that feta at Foxy again. Simply divine.

Liza McArdle

I was so pleased to see your photo of Le Petit Depanneur (2nd photo). That place charmed my socks off when I was there in July. We stopped in for water late one night and decided that we DEFINITELY had to return for breakfast. I took dozens of photos and very much enjoyed my bagel and latte and the scene of everyone coming and going and switching between French and English so effortlessly. It’s for sure one of my all-time favorite cities! PS: Make sure you go to Quebec City when you bring the kids back. OMG!


ahhh. Montreal. It’s been on my bucket list for ages (but we aren’t a quick anything to it living on the west coast) This just made my day scrolling through the photos and thinking about the food.


I am lucky enough to have a daughter who goes to McGill University in Montreal. I am one thrilled foodie mom, let me tell you! We’ve visited several times, still lots to explore. Such a vibrant city. When the time comes, you might want to add McGill to your college visit list (just sayin’.)


Love that you visited a park designed by Frederick Law Olmsted! My college campus (Grove City College) was designed and executed by him and I get such a pang of nostalgia every time I hear his name. Weird, but true. Great city guide!

Marie Lamensch

My town !! Too bad you missed Damas – it s a must in terms of Middle Eastern food. It’s very hard not to love MOntreal and the best way to discover the city for the first time is certainly through food because you just start walking in all the neighbourhoods


We spent a long weekend in Montreal as part of our honeymoon nine years ago. The food was incredible and the city is so beautiful! Your post makes me remember just how badly I want to go back.


You make every place you travel sound amazing, and now Montreal is on my list. I am dying for you to visit my little foodie town — McMinnville, Oregon— and write all about it, because I know you’d love it as much as I do.


Hi Jenny, Was just in Montreal this Monday and I think the store with the gorgeous candles is called
Jamais Assez (5155 St. Laurent Blvd). In fact I was just there and purchased 8 of those same candles!

Natalie T.

As a travel writer, I’ve written about Montreal many times and you guys did nail it! Many of the servers are like Daphne in giving recommendations. Montrealers are very, very kind in that way and I think it’s because the patrons enjoy the act of eating as much as the staff enjoy the act of cooking and serving. I haven’t been to Foxy (it’s also owned by O+G) but I am now making sure I go! I wrote this article almost 4 years ago but it still holds up.

Out of everything on that list, my top two places are Boucherie Lawrence for great foodstuffs (just north of Lawrence and Larry’s) and the best sandwich in the world; and Vin Papillon. It really feels like you’ve been transported to Paris and Vanya is probably one of the utmost experts in wine. In the summer, they have a back patio and they make many things on the BBQ where you can sit and watch and make new friends. A lot of industry people come there for it. St. Henri is also a new thriving neighbourhood for restaurants and Cremerie Dalla Rose is your best bet for ice cream (yes, yes Kem Coba has the lineups and the ice cream is very tasty there but Dalla Rose has veyr unique concoctions because you will get a million recommendations saying Kem Coba). Montreal’s Beer Fest is in June if you can swing it and I highly recommend you go May/June when it’s less crowded than in the festival montsh of July/August.

If you love BBQ, Blackstrap BBQ is a must and veyr off the beaten path. They have burnt-ends poutine with brisket. Just saying! Do email me if you need more recommendations. Eater’s guide also nails it. 🙂