I last visited Le Queue de Cheval 15 years ago and enjoyed it so much that it was the first restaurant that came to mind when Montreal was mentioned. After my most recent visit…not so much.
I have two major issues with my experience at Le Queue de Cheval:
The “Ladies Steak Knife”
Yes, you read that right. After a presentation about the various cuts of steak we excitedly placed our order. We started with Caesar salad made table side (so very damn delicious, especially with the anchovies), followed by the 30 oz Big Lou’s Cut Rib Steak to share (more on this is in the next section), steak frites (the best french fries I have EVER had in my life. No exaggeration.) and grilled asparagus (meh-sparagus).
When our utensils were placed on the table I was presented with a “ladies steak knife” (he actually called it that). It would do the job but was a far cry from the magnificent tool provided to my husband and the feminist inside me would not stand for that. Imagine my surprise when the response to my request for the same knife was ”the manager won’t allow that”. They would LITERALLY NOT GIVE ME THE SAME KNIFE AS A MAN. Hubby traded knives with me just to spite them.
After the amazing salad I was so looking forward to the steak…so we carried on.
“Montreal medium = Rare?”
Once our steak arrived we immediately knew I wouldn’t be able to eat or enjoy it. We’d ordered it done medium but what arrived was definitely rare, just slightly above blue. I realize that due to the size of the steak, cooking it to the medium I expected may impact the outer portion of the steak, however as it was served sliced I was fairly confident they’d be able to get it where I’d expect it to be if they put it back on the grill for a bit. We nicely asked them to cook it a bit longer, explaining our definition of medium and it came back slightly more cooked on the outside but still rare in centre. Not wanting to cause too much more of a fuss, I did my best to eat around the rare centre and was disappointed to find the steak wasn’t terribly flavourful.
After the meal, Hubby spoke with the manager about the way the steak was cooked but stopped the discussion after he asked us where we were from…
A few things you should know about me:
- I am a rib steak girl (don’t even try to make me order anything else)
- I am originally from Alberta (Caesar’s, Mercato, Hy’s…also Alberta AAA and Prime cuts aplenty)
- I spent 15 years living in Toronto (Harbour Sixty anyone? Barberians?)
Basically I’m confident in saying that I know my steak. And that steak was not worth the price.
I won’t be back. The flavour just wasn’t there, also sexism.
Wishing you Yumminess,