161 Saint-Paul E.
Metro: Place d’Armes, Champ-de-Mars
Bus: STM 14, 55, 129, 715
Visit: January 26, 2012
Last Thursday night, after our tremendous experience at Vieux-Port Steakhouse, my colleagues and I looked for something to put it over the top. We actually walked down Saint-Paul street towards the west. We went by a number of places that didn’t have exactly what we wanted. We ever took a turn towards the Old Port where IglooFest was still raging on. We walked east on De La Commune, where we made our way up back to Saint-Paul. All that to say that we found ourselves right outside Montreal Poutine. Now, we just had a full course meal and we’re only looking for a place for coffee. When I saw where we were, I had other plans in mind.
Now, to be clear, as much as I would’ve liked to, we didn’t step inside the actual Montreal Poutine. We took the flight of stairs to Creperie St-Paul. The flight of stairs themselves are quite interesting. For those of you who have been to some of the buildings in the Vieux-Port section of Montreal, you’ll know how they seem a whole lot smaller and more narrow. With each flight of stairs, we would see a number of decorations which immediately reminded us of our day jobs. We made it to the top floor and a vast amount of empty chairs.
From what I understood, the creperie stayed open in case someone from IglooFest needed a place to get something to eat or drink. Mind you, when we came in, there were only two other people in the entire place and they were staff. We gladly sat down and my 2 colleagues made their drink orders rather quickly.
I, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure what I was there for. I know I had a great meal just minutes prior, but I didn’t feel entirely full. That’s when I thought of opportunity to not only selfishly come up with material, but to actually try a dessert crepe for the very first time. So, perused the menu above, looking to see if anything called out at me. I wasn’t about to have a crepe with meat on it, but I saw one that almost everyone would go for. I’ll get to that in a moment.
For what it was, it was the perfect place to unwind after a long day at work and after a memorable outing. The server was cordial and answered all my questions. I kind of felt sorry for the staff because they didn’t have much to do, but the good things was that other tables started coming in while we were there. But, since we were so enthusiastic about what we were discussing, we were the last table out. I was actually pleased to see the staff from downstairs coming up to give their compatriots food, very touching.
Steakman’s Cafe Latte
There isn’t really much I need to say to describe this crepe. It’s Nutella, spread over a crepe with a large side of whip cream. The first thing that came to mind was the immense surface area of the crepe. When I showed surprise and doubt, the server comforted us by mentioning how most people tend to finish it. I just had a large meal, so I was doubting that. But, I have GBS rules always in place when I go out. That rule states that I must finish everything I order. No matter how detrimental to me, in the last 2.5 years, there’s only 1 thing that never was finished by me.
What I did first was cut a small piece to better get acquainted with the crepe. I then placed a tiny amount of whip cream on the crepe. It wasn’t bad, but it was an acquired taste for me. I probably could’ve done without the whip cream. But then again, what do I know about crepes?
My next strategy was to spread the remaining whip cream over the rest of the crepe. The parts that touched the cream weren’t so much my favorite because it got a little too soggy for my taste. The parts sans cream were a lot better because you really got the taste of the Nutella. Honestly, I would have to go try other crepes to better judge what I had here. All I’ll say is that it hit the spot in the end and I was finally full.
If you’re ever at Montreal Poutine or at the Old Port and looking for a place to sit down to relax, I wouldn’t mind returning to Creperie St-Paul. I got to try something that I’ve never done before which opened my eyes to something I haven’t really been looking at.