A sign with another lovely French food pun, à la this post from earlier this year. Seen down at the Old Port, not far from the Queues de Castor (Beaver Tails) place.
Beaver tails are a Canadian thing (not a Montréal thing) that we felt obligated to try. They’re basically fried dough with sugar on top. What’s not to love? So we tried them. A maple one and an apple one.
The apple one was floppy and messy and sticky. The maple one was tasty but they use artificial maple flavor (WHYYYYYYY in the land of real maple syrup that literally grows on trees WHYYYYYYY)
So where beaver tails are concerned: been there, done that. Still on the Québec must-do list: hockey game and sugar shack. Won’t happen this year, but maybe next. Unlike always-summer-land L.A., everything in Québec is highly seasonal: produce availability, festivals, gardens, sports, walkability, maple products. Enjoying them is all in the timing.