Café International, Montréal (Petite Italie). September 2, 2014.
Rarely have you readers seen pasta in this blog. Is it because I don’t like pasta? No, absolutely not. It’s rather because I eat so much at home that in restaurants, I wanna go with something I can’t have at home. And these days, paying for something you can have for free (almost), what’s the point?
But at Café International, in Little Italy, a joint around since god knows when, the reputation for its quality in unmistakable. I went for the bucatini amatriciana, and it was grand. Strike that, it was amazing. I just couldn’t get enough of that fantastic pasta, that fantastic sauce, and the love the two were having in my plate.
Like that italian cab driver told my friend Nick, it’s the only place in Little Italy worth the spaghetti!