We were driving through Montreal, and was fortunate to score a table for 6 pm by calling at 5:30pm. The young lady who took the reservation and ended up serving us was great. Great smiles and great device. The gentleman who managed the front of the house was dour, not a smile the whole evening (that's the way he treated all of the patrons), and not a " you're welcome" when we said thank you when he poured water. Wow, he must the the most emotionless guy ever.
Entree were steak tartar (very flavorful) and pork belly ( very oily/greasy with a underwhelming sauce). Mains were piglet (soft moist and perfectly seasoned with fabulous lentils and roasted artichoke) and duck magrat ( so which semi- competent home cook cannot pan sear a duck breast, wilted greens with pecans; mismatched and incongruous). Dessert were pot-o-creme with vanilla ice-cream?, a brownie and an almond cookie (let's see what else we can find to put on a plate to fill it up) and a pear and sour cream cake with pear sorbet ( unbelievably moist and peachy cake with a perfect crust and matched impeccably with the peach sorbet).
So, exactly one half great food and service; and the other half was pretty mediocre.
My wife and I shared everything, so half good and half bad all around.