4 Origines Microbrasserie ($$)
1304 Rue Saint-Patrick; (514) 934-1444; 4origines.com; open Tu-W 4pm-11pm, Th-F 4pm-1am, Sa noon-1am, Su noon-8pm
We hope you packed your flannel shirt and thick-rimmed glasses for your trip to 4 Origines Microbrasserie, one of the newest and buzziest in the crop of microbreweries that’s popped up in Montréal recently. At this airy, industrial Pointe-Saint-Charles taproom with a killer view of the Montréal skyline, man-bunned bartenders pull foamy pints of ales brewed on-site: the Apriknot, a tea-and-apricot-infused pale ale, is a glass of spring, while the Caffiend cappuccino stout is definitely acceptable to drink in the morning. Rather than try to run a kitchen alongside those massive fermentation vessels, 4 Origines invites a rotating slate of food trucks and invites visitors to bring their own food in as well.
Pints from $6 CAD; wheelchair accessible
Résonance Café ($$)
5175A Avenue du Parc; (514) 360-9629; resonancecafe.com; open daily 10am-midnight
Time for “café in a hip neighborhood” Bingo: All-vegan menu? Check. Nightly live jazz? Check. G&Ts with homemade cinchona bark and lemongrass tonic water? Oddly specific, but check. Résonance Café, in hipster haven Plateau-Mont-Royal, is the rare establishment that you’d want to visit at both 11am (for a tempeh bacon BLT or a PB&J smoothie) and 11pm (for a hot toddy and aforementioned live jazz). The clientele skews crunchier than the vegan nachos, but the low-for-hippie-food prices are decidedly dope. Come by on Sunday nights to catch the Kalmunity Jazz Project, a soulful local ensemble, or on the first Tuesday of the month for a reading series meant to hit you in the feels.
Cover from $8 CAD, vegan sandwiches and bowls from $6 CAD, alcoholic drinks from $5 CAD; wheelchair accessible; Wi-Fi
Just a small town girl livin’ in a lonely world, Daphne took the mid-morning train goin’ to the East Coast of the United States and Canada (fine, plus Chicago). She graduated Harvard in 2018 with a degree in Government, a law school acceptance letter, and an overwhelming sense of dread re: her all-too-fleeting youth, so she took off to the party capital of the Western hemisphere: Quebec City. The race against the cold, unfeeling march of time continued in Montreal, Toronto, New York, and Miami, a wildly diverse array of cities united by not-boring weather and stupid-high rents. Along the way, Daphne sampled legit Canadian poutine (squeaky), smuggled her notebook into nightclubs (sneaky), and lived on cheap falafel pitas (tzatziki). The Oshkosh, Wisconsin native finished her spirit quest back in the Midwest, where the Windy City welcomed her nasally accent back with open arms. When she’s not writing aggressively alliterative articles for Let’s Go, Daphne probably can’t be found. Don’t even try it, Internet creeps!
