The last full day of my visit and the (almost) primary reason for coming to Montreal, the Wings of Metal Market Event. This day, like the entire trip, had its ups and downs, as well as many more surprise discoveries.
The day was incredibly clear and crisp, and this was a good way to start the day.
The day was incredibly clear and crisp, and this was a good way to start the day.
After getting some breakfast, I walked to my next stop, but before getting there, I stumbled upon a parade of protesters. What the protest was for I didn't have the opportunity to find out, but it definitely added to the beautiful day.
Rio-X20. This store had something peculiar going for it as it composed of 2 stores in separate locations. One was all about Converse shoes., while the other was more in tune to the purpose of my trip.
The other location as seen from the first one I stumbled upon.
Up close and personal in the entry way.
Before entering the shop, I saw some posters that was a precursor of the things inside.
This was another store I didn't find in my research prior to arriving, and I managed to find it by simply doing some quick research in my hostel during one of my rests. Finds like this is a testament to this city's diverse offering.
Time to head out and grab some chow, but before doing so, another random statue in a scenic park.
Lafleur. Montreal's version of a McD's. I am now convinced I am in the Dark World (or Light World?) of Miami.
The Volcano Sandwich. Don't let its innocent appearance fool you, it was over-the-top hot, and it reminded a lot of a McDonalds Big Mac. The fries were made out of real potatoes that were hacked right in front of the customers.
With the stomach filled up, it was time to go to the Wings of Metal Market event at Katacombes.
The inside of this venue is a Metalheads dream coming true. Dark, small, and plenty of skulls to give a certain church I visited years ago thousands of miles away a run for its money.
Griffon Blonde Ale. From the McAuslan Brewing Company, a beverage worthy of the place serving its golden nectar. In all the days I have been in Montreal, I finally found a new (Maudite doesn't count as I have tried it before, hence the keyword "new".) beverage that is Metal-worthy. Its texture was slightly rough with a taste that is like drinking caramel coated apples (not apple-flavored, but a light fruit flavor.). Having a griffin for its mascot is like a Metal band having the same beast decorate its webpage.
From the Brasseurs R.J. is Coup de Grisou. Don't let the name and label art fool you, it's Metal credentials are as follows; the translation of the name means Firedamp, a flammable gas found in coal mines, and with mines being as dark as they are, and old school lamps coming in to light the way, you got an explosion that can make the stages of a Metal bands pyro theatrics (Metal credentials "check and mate".). It is a Belgian-style Ale, which means it is a guaranteed bet to be a winner. Reminds a great deal about my first Belgian (style) beer, Blue Moon, but instead of orange I got a mix-mash of fruits, and being like Blue Moon, it was cloudy.
The Market had about 4 merch stands selling their goods, and Annick Giroux of Morbid Tales/Hellbent for Cooking was their also selling her parcels. They had a barbecue which included 2 hotdogs and a beer. Unfortunately, I couldn't stick around for the secret show as time was becoming a factor, and I had a plane to catch the following day, but I will say that I met a number of awesome people at the event.
2 of those people, Moises and Robusto, joined me in a place recommended by the proprietor of Katacombes, but before getting there, I found a store called Kody that was selling Metal shirts, and as one can imagine, I took a stab at the opportunity of yet another store I never knew existed, and managed to walk out with some goods.
With the impromptu shopping done with, it was time to go to Le Resto du Village, a 24 hour casual dining restaurant, and try :::DRUM ROLL PLEASE::: some more poutine.
Take a close look at the gravy. You'll notice its darker compared to the other dishes I have eaten in this trip, and this was the secret to its success. It is the peppercorn gravy poutine. The usual ingredients in this dish, the gravy gave it the unique identity it needs to stand out from the rest. This was the other best dish of poutine I have eaten in this trip.
With the dish slammed down, good times with new found friends over, it was time to roll the page of the final chapter.
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