On Van Horne, west of Côte-des-Neiges, Montreal
Closed
Sign: Not much in the way of an attractive or vintage sign but we did have a long discussion about the faded gold lettering on the restaurant’s glass doors. Did it date back to the seventies? The sixties? It looked like a forties typeface but that would be impossible... this strip mall location could not have existed back then.
If not the sign, what then?: Overall ambiance is what draws us here. The huge dining area... the harsh, extra bright strip lighting, blinding customers as they make their way to a booth or table...
Thought about: The place always brings back memories of a similar joint in Florida... The Rascal House... maybe you know it.
Are you guys crazy or what?: The one waitress and the guy behind the counter look at us like we’re nuts, walking in here at 10:15 on a Friday night. The place is devoid of any customers save for two elderly gentlemen, sitting at separate tables at opposite ends of the room. This does not stop them from having a conversation between sips of their matzah ball soup. We are handed the menu that applies to this time of day, respecting religious and cultural tradition, and I order what must be the last matzah ball of the day.
Overheard #1: “When was your last chest x-ray?”
Overheard #2: “Where’d you get those shoes? ‘Cause those are some nice shoes...”
1 comment:
Man I really miss that old place, had some of the best French onion soup ever.
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