Road Trip: Montreal, Quebec

by Kimberly Hickok

On Christmas Day my husband and I had an epiphany. We were going to be kid-free for a week! What to do? We decided, at what some would consider to be the last minute, to go on a road trip to Montreal for some much needed rest and relaxation.

We knew we wanted to stay in Old Montreal. We went to the Orbitz site to help us locate a hotel in Old Montreal. We settled on Le Saint-Sulpice. Apparently Montrealers take the week between Christmas and New Year’s off. The hotel had quite a few vacancies and we were able to negotiate a room upgrade and continental breakfast for two nights.

Montreal is about a three hour drive from our home.  We left on Wednesday around 1PM and were checked into our room by 4:30PM. Check out the room.

The very spacious living room area with pull out couch.

The view back toward the door and the bedroom. The wet bar area had two electric burners, pots & pans, refrigerator and coffee/espresso maker.

The bedroom. We slept like babies.

After we checked in, we went down to the hotel’s restaurant for a cocktail and to find out from the locals what they would recommend that we do. They highly recommended that we go next door to the Notre-Dame Basilica for the holiday light show. We ordered some more wine and a charcuterie platter. Then we headed over to the light show.

Unfortunately we missed the show. Tickets needed to be purchased in advance. I guess that means we’ll have to plan another trip to Montreal. What to do? Eat and drink some more, right?

So we headed over to Holder. Holder is a gastro pub. We wanted something light and that’s just what we got. We didn’t have reservations so they squeezed us in at a table at the end of the bar. Perfect.

Specials du jour

My husband LOVES oysters

I had a big bowl of mussels – one of my all-time favorites!

The vibe was really cool. I loved the copper bar.

We strolled back to the hotel with full bellies and totally relaxed. I laid down with a book and Mark went down to get two glasses of port. By the time he got back I was asleep.

Day two to follow . . .

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