Marché Atwater
I spent the last few days eating my way through Montreal with my extended family: grilled arctic char, perfectly-roasted rack of lamb… what’s not to love? And while the artfully crafted entrées at some of the city’s finest restaurants were outstanding, my favorite meal, bar none, was the hodge-podge of local flavor at a Montreal market, Marché Atwater. I don’t know if it was the row of fresh raspberries, the house-made charcuterie, or the ever-present smell of freshly baking bread… or the fact that I was so damn hungry from trekking my tail through the streets, but I was bewitched. I’ve never tasted cheese so good, duck paté so subtle and delicate, or a croissant (with the perfect amount of slightly warm dark chocolate in the center) so luscious. I could write poems about this food.
If you find yourself north of the border, I highly recommend wandering through this quaint but sprawling Montreal market. I regret that I didn’t get any pictures of the spread… I must have been too busy stuffing my face.
