Yesterday brought me to my favourite restaurant on Earth – St-Hubert. I recounted a tale of how I love St-Hubert from our trips down to Gaspé every summer and we would stop at St-Hubert along the way. It was a virtual unknown restaurant in Ontario, and if someone is reading this right now and thinking “Wha???” it’s like Swiss Chalet, but SOOOO much better.
We arrived for Jennie’s farewell lunch (she is a lucky duck. She got TWO going away lunches!) and ordered. I ordered the quarter chicken breast (which is poitrine in french for all those at the table giving the lady a blank stare when she came up with the food orders. I bet some people wonder how I knew poitrine is French for breast. I learned it from St-Hubert!) which was delish but I wonder if I could have handled the half chicken order. After scarfing down Sena’s leftovers, I realized I could have.
Mike came in later and decided to just order some take out. Here’s where my rant begins. My bill came out to $16 with a ginger ale and taxes (not including the 1/2 cake I picked up for Jennie). Mike’s order came out to $6.78. What the heck? Turns out that you get the ‘cook’s special’ which is either a quarter leg or breast (cook’s choice) as well as all the other good stuff, along with a drink and a chocolate bar!!! AS IF! I could care less for the ambiance of the restaurant, I just want my food! Clearly, I paid double the price just to sit down in their restaurant. I will never again eat inside. It’s curbside for me boys!
Whew…does this mean I don’t love St-Hubert anymore? Heck no! It has glorious chicken, fries, SAUCE SAUCE SAUCE and the obligatory coleslaw and hamburger bun to wipe up the sauce with. You can’t go wrong with that combination.
But next time, I’ll take it to go please.
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