Brunch: Le Vaudeville
So...I suppose I'd better introduce myself.I am Laurelle St. Laurent. I like good food. I like fashion. I like politics. I absolutely abhor bad service. I get extremely offended when I am served very bad pasta for $20 (coughbuonanottecough).
My reviews will be absolutely gushing when I like the place and absolutely scathing when you try to pass off a stinking pile of garbage as good food. Don't expect any enlightening reviews about wines and spirits from me. I don't really drink. I have about three drinks a year and that only started about three weeks ago. You know what? I take it back. Even though I don't like alcohol very much, if I develop a favourite, I'll letcha know.
Also, don't expect regular updates from me. I'm writing a thesis about social anarchy, so I'll be busy giving academia the big FU by discussing very unpopular socialist practices. Ooh, that wasn't very nice. Sorry. Right...
So, I figured I'd start the place off with a review of one of my favourite places to have brunch. Actually, I'll go to brunch with ANYONE. Literally anyone. So, if you live in Montreal, or if you'll be in Montreal, drop me an email and I may actually spend some time with you between the hours of 11am and 1pm on a Sunday morning. You know...a little morning banter over some batter and pecans.
Le Vaudeville
361 Bernard O.
(514) 495-8258
About 2 years ago, gourmetMama and I (before she was a Mama) decided to stop by the very inconspicuous Le Vaudeville, which is located just west of Parc Avenue but was surprisingly hard to find. We were greeted at the entrance by George, this great guy who runs the place. He immediately gave us a great seat - not to hard to do since the place was empty - and we proceeded to check the place out. It is totally white, y'all. No really, it is a very comfortable and cozy place without being messy and sloppy. I guess you would call that French country chic. It is the kitchen I would have at my fabulous home in the country side where I would greet friends from across the way in my angelic and flowy BCBG "morning dress" as I suggest that "Jean-Claude" whip us up one of his fantastic creations.
But I digress. This fantabulous reverie was interrupted by the first of many pleasant surprises wrought upon us over the course of the meal. Bread pudding. But not just any bread pudding. It was moist and draped in a curtain of cream. Just the right amount of "not too sweet." Yum. Sorry, I'd give more detail, but I was too busy gobbling it down. At the same time George reappeared and asked us if we'd like orange juice or passion fruit juice. We tried both. He also offered us coffee or tea. We both chose coffee. Suddenly, I realized that while we were gulping down the bread pudding, George had placed our "bread basket" on the table. By "bread basket" I mean "cornucopia of baked goods." Really - there were chocolate croissants, regular croissants, muffins, cookies, apple turnovers. The works. We dug in and made the mistake of stuffing ourselves right then and there, sopping up the leftover cream with the turnovers.
Let me point out that we hand't even ordered yet. No menu.
Finally, George brought the menu. Now, it seems that if you order something - like, breakfast - all the stuff that came before is free. If you don't, then you pay $9.50 for the "continental breakfast." Being the greedy little pigs that we are, we ordered more food.
We both chose the eggs benedict. The eggs benedict was regular eggs benedict with fruit and a potato croquant or something. Honestly, I've had better eggs benedict elsewhere, but these were pretty good. Frankly, I returned many times and ordered it over and over again. I've also since ordered the normal breakfast and the fritata. I'd say the fritata is their topnotch dish. However, when I order a normal breakfast - consisting of eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit and the potato croquant - I always get my eggs scrambled. I have no idea what's in their scrambled eggs, but they are really good. Maybe it's cheese? I don't know, I'm not a cooker but an eater (well, I cook sometimes).
Whatever, somewhere along the way George gave us the philosophy behind Le Vaudeville. He said that he wanted to offer affordable food without skimping on the ambiance. I say he has fulfilled his goal. It is a really comfortable place to relax on a Saturday or Sunday morning and I always get a warm hug from George. I love that. People should hug more.
Okay, so let me fess up that gourmetMama, moléman, schadenfreude and I have not yet discussed any kind of rating system for our reviews. Frankly, it's been a harrowing task just to get this going, even though all we really did was vote on a name and register a blog. Regardless, I'm just going to say that top restaurants will get 5 stars and crap ones will just be called a waste of time and space. If the others don't like it, I suppose they'll let me know at gourmetBaby's first birthday party tomorrow.
So, I'm giving Le Vaudeville 4 stars. Don't worry, I've got plenty of retchable restaurants to trash, so stay tuned.
Love and kisses,
Laurelle
So...I suppose I'd better introduce myself.I am Laurelle St. Laurent. I like good food. I like fashion. I like politics. I absolutely abhor bad service. I get extremely offended when I am served very bad pasta for $20 (coughbuonanottecough).
My reviews will be absolutely gushing when I like the place and absolutely scathing when you try to pass off a stinking pile of garbage as good food. Don't expect any enlightening reviews about wines and spirits from me. I don't really drink. I have about three drinks a year and that only started about three weeks ago. You know what? I take it back. Even though I don't like alcohol very much, if I develop a favourite, I'll letcha know.
Also, don't expect regular updates from me. I'm writing a thesis about social anarchy, so I'll be busy giving academia the big FU by discussing very unpopular socialist practices. Ooh, that wasn't very nice. Sorry. Right...
So, I figured I'd start the place off with a review of one of my favourite places to have brunch. Actually, I'll go to brunch with ANYONE. Literally anyone. So, if you live in Montreal, or if you'll be in Montreal, drop me an email and I may actually spend some time with you between the hours of 11am and 1pm on a Sunday morning. You know...a little morning banter over some batter and pecans.
Le Vaudeville
361 Bernard O.
(514) 495-8258
About 2 years ago, gourmetMama and I (before she was a Mama) decided to stop by the very inconspicuous Le Vaudeville, which is located just west of Parc Avenue but was surprisingly hard to find. We were greeted at the entrance by George, this great guy who runs the place. He immediately gave us a great seat - not to hard to do since the place was empty - and we proceeded to check the place out. It is totally white, y'all. No really, it is a very comfortable and cozy place without being messy and sloppy. I guess you would call that French country chic. It is the kitchen I would have at my fabulous home in the country side where I would greet friends from across the way in my angelic and flowy BCBG "morning dress" as I suggest that "Jean-Claude" whip us up one of his fantastic creations.
But I digress. This fantabulous reverie was interrupted by the first of many pleasant surprises wrought upon us over the course of the meal. Bread pudding. But not just any bread pudding. It was moist and draped in a curtain of cream. Just the right amount of "not too sweet." Yum. Sorry, I'd give more detail, but I was too busy gobbling it down. At the same time George reappeared and asked us if we'd like orange juice or passion fruit juice. We tried both. He also offered us coffee or tea. We both chose coffee. Suddenly, I realized that while we were gulping down the bread pudding, George had placed our "bread basket" on the table. By "bread basket" I mean "cornucopia of baked goods." Really - there were chocolate croissants, regular croissants, muffins, cookies, apple turnovers. The works. We dug in and made the mistake of stuffing ourselves right then and there, sopping up the leftover cream with the turnovers.
Let me point out that we hand't even ordered yet. No menu.
Finally, George brought the menu. Now, it seems that if you order something - like, breakfast - all the stuff that came before is free. If you don't, then you pay $9.50 for the "continental breakfast." Being the greedy little pigs that we are, we ordered more food.
We both chose the eggs benedict. The eggs benedict was regular eggs benedict with fruit and a potato croquant or something. Honestly, I've had better eggs benedict elsewhere, but these were pretty good. Frankly, I returned many times and ordered it over and over again. I've also since ordered the normal breakfast and the fritata. I'd say the fritata is their topnotch dish. However, when I order a normal breakfast - consisting of eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit and the potato croquant - I always get my eggs scrambled. I have no idea what's in their scrambled eggs, but they are really good. Maybe it's cheese? I don't know, I'm not a cooker but an eater (well, I cook sometimes).
Whatever, somewhere along the way George gave us the philosophy behind Le Vaudeville. He said that he wanted to offer affordable food without skimping on the ambiance. I say he has fulfilled his goal. It is a really comfortable place to relax on a Saturday or Sunday morning and I always get a warm hug from George. I love that. People should hug more.
Okay, so let me fess up that gourmetMama, moléman, schadenfreude and I have not yet discussed any kind of rating system for our reviews. Frankly, it's been a harrowing task just to get this going, even though all we really did was vote on a name and register a blog. Regardless, I'm just going to say that top restaurants will get 5 stars and crap ones will just be called a waste of time and space. If the others don't like it, I suppose they'll let me know at gourmetBaby's first birthday party tomorrow.
So, I'm giving Le Vaudeville 4 stars. Don't worry, I've got plenty of retchable restaurants to trash, so stay tuned.
Love and kisses,
Laurelle
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