We’d been to Schwartz’s before, and the line and the crush and the noise just wasn’t worth it. Across the road is the Main Steak House Deli, which was supposed to be as good, and way less crowded. So we went in …
Whoa! Tender peppery meat, killer poutine, crispy pickles and cold beer. We ordered in hesitating French, then the server yelled the order in English to the kitchen.
Looks like not everyone’s billing workflow understands accents:
Outside, we saw meat resting in the window, bejewelled with peppercorns:
We’ll be back the next time we’re in Montreal.