Kyomi, Montréal (Ville Lasalle). November 8, 2013.
Montréal à table was another enormous success again this year. For those who don’t know or are from out of town, the week long event vows to promote restaurants in Montréal by offering crazy deals on their menus. Meaning that it’s the only time of the year some can indulge in the famed flavors of world renowned restaurants. Also meaning that in order to go out on Friday night with the in-laws for the GF’s B-Day, we had to go out, way out of our usual comfort zone of Plateau/Mile-End/Rosemont-Petite-Patrie to the outskirts of cool. We ended up on boulevard Newman, in Lasalle, in a very big and loud japo-fusion joint called Kyomi.
Lions gate the parking lot as you go in the 90s purple lighted two-storied loud restaurant. People come and go, small groups, big groups, couples, everything goes here. We were seated after a small wait to our table on the second floor but had to bite our nails before being waited upon. Fortunately that this was a BYOBooze therefore we had a few Tsingtaos to quench our thirst.
I had the sushi, which was good, but the portion was kinda weak so I resorbed on finishing the plates of everyone around me. All in all everything was good, but no wow effect at all. The beau-père had a maple induced salmon if I recall correctly, but he felt the maple thing was only too faint. Québec’s maple producers being the main sponsor of the event, that felt like a let down. For my part, sushi and the likes were satisfactory, tasty, but quickly forgotten. I simply think the place is just too darn big to cook with love. But I felt something I hadn’t in years, being in a huge restaurant reminiscent of my childhood years in FLA where everything was bigger, always. And that, I enjoyed.