One sign that you are someplace is when you see a wine from the year you were born on a shelf in a retail store. Not like I was going to buy it at over $500 a bottle (oddly, compare) but I was happy to contemplate one of the younger bottles from one of my kids' years of birth even as the Earth's economy melted down. It's a little side collection I have going. Or is it an investment in my own retirement? It's not like I promised to actually give them to the kids.
I did hit one beery joint, Les 3 Brasseurs on St-Catherine Street West. We had just hit town and took a tour of a few blocks around the hotel. Who knew there was a statue to King Edward VII aka "Edward the Peacemaker" aka the guy who died four years before World War I, the great senseless slaying war he didn't quite avoid? Forgive them. They put up the statue in 1914. After thinking about the importance of timing - and noting the extraordinary amount of bird poo on Eddy's head - beer was in order. Les 3 Brasseurs was kid friendly, attractive with dark panel wood and plenty of bright flooring tiles as well as a hearty aroma of beer being made - even on a hot day with all the windows thrown open. The special release was a raspberry wit which both hit the spot on a hot day in a city centre and displayed a pretty reasonable balance between the tang of the wit and the fruit. I also had a half of their brown - which was a little disappointing as I could not tell if it was trying to be a English sort of brown or a Belgian one. I was thinking there was some interesting yeasty notes but they were so muted it sort of sat in the middle. Tasty but certainly could have been a bit more.
For supper? Wine with the seafood as we did a good manners with white linen lesson. Sadly, the beer list had only one Quebec craft beer and it could not have been a less thrilling offering.