Cluny

They only serve lunch and cater to the local businesses. Its a little cramped but notice I still put 5 stars! It is totally worth the wait. The new tastes and flavours that they dare to mix together play on your tongue and tease your taste buds.
They have a different daily menu every day with a few standard items. Absolutely a must!

This place is so cool. I love the ambiance, bright light, space tasted like art (there is a huge gallery next door) and the food is very nice. Located in the quiet area of Montréal, almost desolate. But then I guess that is good for the locals. I have only been there twice during lunch time, ordered light pasta salad and a bottle of beer. The other time was for coffee and small dessert. Both time was great.

I found this gem while in the middle of nowhere. They call it the Cité des Multimédia, a seemingly desperate attempt at this time to revive this almost barren and abandoned part of Montréal. Now it seems to come alive with high priced super-​condo buildings popping up, luxurious lofts built in old factories. It’s getting there and it will soon replace The Plateau as the hippest place in North America. It’s the ultimate pastiche of modernity and early industrialization.
Most businesses there right now make it look like a mini-​Silicon Valley growing in a bombed-​out neighborhood. It’s all tech-​related. All of them and a few chic architect offices. But in the middle of it all an art gallery has sprung up for modern art and artists to find shelter. It would make Trent Reznor salivate with envy. I didn’t even get the name of the gallery. But in there, there’s a small art bar. Take a good look at this picture.
Now look again, in the window, near the corner of the street, you see it? That’s as visible as the sign gets. Since the beginning of the week I’ve seen a lot of taxis stop and back up. You blink and you can miss it. As I did. I was walking by when it caught my eye. I was scouting the area to take pictures and for restaurants. I refuse to brown bag. I hate making, packing and carrying my lunch to work. I’ll survive on hot-​dogs and Coke if I have to but I will not brown bag. And the area is devoid of restaurants. Or so I thought.
I was walking on the sidewalk when Lara caught my eye. Someone had graffitied Lara Croft on the wall leading to Cluny’s. I snapped a picture and that’s when I saw a plaque advertising Cluny’s restaurant. This had coolness written all over it. I had to go in.
You enter the lobby and you start feeling lost. It’s a big square lounge with a sofa and a wooden table. You hear the tinkerings of a kitchen so you follow the noise and walk into a small unpretentious cafeteria but everything has a feel of restaurants you see in movies and always wonder where you can find those restaurants. You pick up your bright yellow plastic tray and head on to the grub.
You have no idea what to expect. You look in the counter and it’s loaded with sandwiches in French baguette of chiapata bread. They all look delicious, but which one do you take? The roasted veggie delight? Or the Hawaiian chicken with roasted red peppers, Spanish onions, pineapple and what seems to be a whole chicken breast ripped into chuncks. But there, while you debate with your inner-​avarice chewing your insides for the sandwichy goodness before you, you see the chef preparing something, you can’t really see or understand what it is, but like a bug to a flame, you desire it. You say to the chef: «What’s that?». It’s meatloaf. Not your aunt’s meatloaf covered with Campbell’s tomato soup as sauce. Oh no!
It’s meatloaf delivered by the hands of God. I think it had lamb in it but I can’t tell. The loaf is covered with a mild curry and sweet mustard sauce with fine herbs giving it a gustatorily orgasmic bouquet and then covered with cheese. It took a while to get my plate because you can only fit so many dishes in the salamander oven that gives that unforgiving trait that all au gratin dishes have… pure ecstasy. It was served with a purée of potatoes and carrots with a side of green salad with a light touch of oil and vinegar. Just take a look at this and try to hold back the drool.
So the sandwiches looked great. They have a one-​item menu every day; the desserts looked fantastic. They have wine for the wine-​lovers and pig-​out-​frenzy-​worthy deserts. All for a not cheap but not too expensive average price of $ 15(Can) per meal. But what a meal and what an ambience with its metal, its damaged concrete and aged wood foundry from the late 19^th century or early 20^th century. The only complaint — and this is a minor one — is the chairs. To keep the metallic and wood feel they have these grey metal stools, which are the same ones I had in art classes, that are a tad uncomfortable. But who cares with food so good and such an environment? And it only adds to its cachet.