On my last road trip to Montreal for an English literature conference, when I was pre-baby and regularly martini'd, my road trip companion and fellow foodie Tiffany ate breakfast at this egg-themed restaurant, complete with an egg chandelier greeting us past the heavy iron doors.
|I wasn't kidding.|
|No toast and not sunny-side up, but good 'nuff.|
My satisfaction is documented in this exaggerated, definitely not candid picture:
A fun place, but not incredibly spectacular. We made off with the peanut butter packets on the table (How could we not? We've never seen them in the states!) and enjoyed the rest Viéux Montréal had to offer.
|This cheese didn't come with the eggs.|
I told you about those puns, right?