m:brgr

I’m itching to play guitar right now (a very common phenomenon these days, along with the urge to play piano) but I thought I’d give my impressions of my evening with Shelley and André and the oddly-named M:brgr.

It was crazy, on Tuesday night. It can really be a place where you can run up a major tab. Ohhh, yeah.

But I glommed onto the floor manager, whom I picked to be a co-owner and he sure was. Very nervous, but I‘d have been 15 times more nervous if I’d been in his shoes. He was extremely sweet and took the time out (I was purposely wearing my montrealfood.com T-Shirt) and we desultorily discussed business. Jeff was the name, so you know who to go to when you’re there.

But since I became a vegetable, I opted not for the burger (dumb, but room to go back) but the hot dog. Yes, a hot dog is a vegetable. And all I can say is, that through the conversation with Shelley and André somehow I polished it all off. And I have a mouse stomach. So . . . it was VERY GOOD.

It was way, WAY too loud, though. No, sillies, not the hot dog.

But I revisited Jeff several times during the evening and he seemed to be getting a bit less nervous.

The place was PACKED with lines out the door. That is weird for Montreal. And guess what? Jeff et al give lots of the profit to Children’s. In fact, that was the underlying reason for the making of the place.

Great guy, great place, a little too packed for me, but I will BE BACK.