Welcome to Canada. For some reason, many Americans still think of Canada as that foreign country somewhere north of the U.S., where all the people drink beer and say "eh" after every statement. Ok, for parts of Canada, that description still works, especially if you're in Toronto or any points west of there. But this time, I flew into Pierre Trudeau airport in Montreal, and headed east on Rte 20 (or est on Rte 20, not to be confused with ouest on Rte 20). You won't find many people saying "eh" in the Quebec province. Instead, most people speak French first and English second. My ultimate destination this trip was Drummondville, but my evening began at the Scores restaurant in St. Hyacinthe (san-ee-ah-santh). Scores, known for their poulet et cotes levees (sorry for the lack of accent marks Madame Kuntz.) was right next to the brand-spanking-new hotel I had booked for the night.
Entrees range in price from $8 to $18, so it truly would work for a family. My overall grade for this episode at Scores is a solid "C". Too much salt/sodium in the chicken, fries and gravy for a complete meal. Maybe if you spread all that salt over a week's time you'd be safe. My opinion, even at a low-budget price, (and it's definitely priced right for families), don't take small children or old people here. It's just too unkind to tempt them with the yummy-looking and delicious tasting chicken and au jus and then choke them to death with the salt content.
Just thinking about Scores is making me thirsty.