Extreme Cheddar Doritos and were in for roughly 4 hours of canyon-hopping mayhem. We did a little via ferrata assisted rock climbing out to our first "pratice" rapel of a mere 60 feet (I think).
|I wear a helmet so I don't hurt myself|
|Ain't dat reel perty?|
|Excellent view, yes?|
|Yeah, it's pretty high|
We made our way back up and did our little zipline fun ride across. Since we'd already done a much longer and much more epic zipline in Haiti on our honeymoon, this was cake.
|Good perspective of how high we were|
|For some reason my wife wanted me to pose this way...|
I was hellbent on returning to Erico so that's exactly what I did, this time opting for the gorgeously colored black currant-blueberry which tasted exactly like fruit rollups.
I was chatting with our tour guide at the canyon about food and drink and he recommended La Barberie as a great Quebecois microbrewery. His sentiments were mirrored by our host Clement, so we decided to check it out for pre-dinner drinks. Boy, am I glad I did.
We took our time getting down to Lower Town, yet another section of the city that was completely unlike any sections previous. I really liked this section because, while it did look much more like any other modern U.S. city, it was cleaner and much less crowded. After asking a few nice people for directions, we arrived at La Barberie, taking in their huge terrace, which happened to be quite lively. I wasn't really feeling like drinking in a crowd so we opted for the more secluded, smaller terrace along the side.
|Hypnotic spiral of beers|
After much tasting, re-tasting, and getting my straight up crunk on, I decided that my favorites were the Cuivree au the (#3) and the Stout Double Chocolat (#8), with the Brasse Camarade (#2) rounding out my top 3. The cuivree sat on my tounge really well, and I detected a sort of sweetish tomatoey-basily floral note from it and I thought it would pair amazingly well with a margherita pizza. The brasse was just a really smooth drinkable beer which I could envision myself drinking well past the wee hours. The double chocolate stout wasn't too heavy and it had a wonderful smokey cacao flavor to it.
After relaxing for another moment or two we paid our check and hauled ass back to our dinner destination: Cafe du Clocher Penche. Clement said that this was his favorite restaurant in the city, so that only heightened my already fairly high expectations.
For our first course we chose the Salmon Tartare and the Grilled Vegetable Presse with Fried Zucchini Flower stuffed with Goat Cheese. Looking back at this I'm not sure what prompted us to order those two specific appetizers. I think the words "goat cheese" sealed the deal for me on the veggies, and the salmon tartare because I wanted something light since I had a feeling this was going to be a knock-down drag-out meal.
|I swear they stuffed a whole pureed goat in there...|
"Both appetizers were just f*cking stupid good. I don't even want to take any notes, I don't even give a sh*t. You have fried zucchini flowers stuffed with goat cheese and once you cut into it, it just ooozed out and a little cube of f*ckin' grilled vegetables covered in... something. I don't even care it was just f*cking delicious."
Funny, ain't it? Needless to say, I liked the dish and pronounced it my favorite appetizer of the trip. Now how much of that rave review was due to alcohol, I'll let you be the judge of that. I also don't want this rant to take the spotlight away from the fabulous salmon tartare.
The tartare was served on top of a uberly creamy shredded carrot salad. I would've never in a million years paired raw salmon with carrot and mayo, but this flavor combination is one that will stay with me for a long time to come. Served up on various fried breaded things, my favorite being the crunchity light waffle chips.
|Ruffles ain't got shit on this|
I expressed interest in trying blood pudding to the waitress and she said that CdCP's version was up there with some of the best, so I decided what the hell, it was my last day in the country and I wanted me some coagulated pig's blood gulldernit! It came on puff pastry with leeks, cranberries, and a little pouch thing of fingerling potatoes and shitakes. The Mrs. opted for the Cappelletti with Nordic shrimp, smoked salmon, spinach, and basil. We also requested a glass of red each to go with our entrees. She brought me out a glass of 2009 Jean François Mérieau Touraine Les Bois Jacou which I thought tasted of pepper and strawberries and a Pinot Noir for the Mrs.
Now you’ll have to excuse me if details get a little muddled at this point. I am in no way a heavyweight when it comes to drinking (probably due to my 148lb. 6’ frame) so after a massive beer tasting and two rounds of drinks with dinner, my notes became a bit less detailed than normal. Nonetheless, here we go.
|Yar, thar be veggies in that pouch!|
|Not Yo Mama's Blood Puddin'|
For dessert we decided to split the Lemon thing and the Blueberry thing. I didn't bother taking a picture of the dessert menu as I distinctly remember thinking to myself that I'd just look at it online. Well I did that and the desserts are different now... Well shit. I’m cracking up listening to my half-drunken messages complete with slightly slurred speech but that's all I have to go off. It’s going to be tough sifting through the nonsense to generate something half-way informative. Or maybe it’s time for another verbatim quote to describe our desserts.
As you can see, at that point I just started listing everything on the plate as a testament to how good the dish was. Nothing really informative.
|CdCP Desserts: Defeated.|
Due to a certain indefinable charm we both agreed that CdCP was our favorite restaurant of the trip. Maybe it was due to the fact that we ate there at 6pm on a Tuesday and had the entire dining room pretty much to ourselves and our extremely accommodating waitress.
|They'd better check for lumps|
After dinner we had front row center tickets to TOTEM, 2010’s travelling Cirque du Soleil show. Unfortunately I was under the impression that it started at 830pm, when it actually started promptly at 8pm. After power-walking/jogging the last leg of the trip, we got there around 8:10 and didn’t really miss anything. After the first act we were quickly shown to our seats and enjoyed the most spectacular show I’ve ever seen in my 29 years on this planet. I got one photo of the performance before I was reprimanded. I thought the guy said no flash photography, but apparently photography of any kind was prohibited.
|Great angle, eh?|