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One review for Faste Fou
1 review in English
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Review from Dan R.
9/20/2011 1 photo
When a flustered waitress first greeted our hungry group of American twenty-somethings by smugly asking if we had reservations, I wasn't about to get my hopes up. After all, this was no high-end restaurant. Its casual setting evoked a hybrid of chic cafe and glorified diner. Its name, Faste Fou, appears to be a French play-on-words for the English term "fast food", as opposed to the output of "Pomp Crazy" via Google Translate (it was a nice try, though, c'mon). And once we were seated, we were handed laminated menus. Really? What type of place with laminated menus inquires if walk-ins have reservations?
And still, Faste Fou served up some pretty decent lunch fare. From the long list of sandwich varieties (baguettes, torti-fou, panini, bagels), I decided on the Smoked Meat Club. The city's signature brisket here was leaner than most, devoid of that heavy, brine-cured bite. Personally, this lighter variation proved to be a bit less laborious than some other Montreal offerings of this nature, but then again, you also sacrifice that strong flavor for which it's become known. All sandwiches came with a side of their Belges Frites, crispy and delicious little fry-guys, served with a mayonnaise of your choosing. I went with the Cajun mayo, which was pretty bland given my spicy expectations. For a few bucks more, you can opt for the Poutine (another Montreal favorite) instead - a surprisingly less sloppy affair than other fries/cheese curds/gravy combinations we sampled in the city.
In time, our waitress came around from her initial, flustered, reservations-oriented self and was actually very friendly and attentive. We had come here hoping for some breakfast food, but were told upon the distribution of laminated menus that this was only served on the weekend. This, of course, was not the waitress' fault. We still tried to brunch it up with what was available to us, but with no mimosas on the menu (and myself not being a Bloody Mary fan), I defaulted to a Tequila Sunrise, which came out in an emasculating martini glass, complete with a fou-fou froth job to top it off. C'est à Montréal, je suppose...*
*Yeah, I totally used Google Translate for that one.
