Single & Celiac

Twenty-something. Gluten-free everything.

When I ate in Canada - Part III

This is the post I've been avoiding.

We broke up in this hotel. This isn't even a good picture of it, because I tried to delete as many reminders of this place as possible in the weeks of distraught that followed. I must have missed this one. Google it. This hotel was the perfect grandiose backdrop for the colossal, collapsing divide I didn't see coming. It wasn't anyone's fault - sometimes things just don't work out. Isn't that what Tay and Calvin said? ;) 

The ChΓ’teau Frontenac is in Quebec City, and despite the tragically gothic associations I now have with this place, nothing can take away from this city's glory. Quebec City is a masterpiece, and if you want to run away into a fairytale this is as close as you're going to get in North America. I recommend going here if you'd like to get engaged, or have a romantic getaway with your lover. But if dramatic debacles are more your thing, hey, we can chat about it later!

We spent less than 24 hours in Quebec City and only ate at one restaurant. Despite the devastating conversation that followed this meal, it's this lovely establishment that's made me want to (finally) write this post. 


Le Lapin SautΓ© 

This name is talking about rabbits, their main protein, and while that kind of daring culinary delicacy may startle you, fear not! They have many other options for those of you (like me) who feel uncomfortable eating something that frequently hops around your backyard. 

The servers are very well-informed about gluten-free needs and they have a separate GF menu available upon request. The large plates to share seem to be a popular choice among regular patrons, and it's likely they can modify these to be GF. My to-be-ex-boyfriend-within-hours wanted rabbit poutine, so I opted for something within my comfort zone: the salmon with polenta (shown above). It was divine. 

The atmosphere of the restaurant is like that of a whimsical garden party, with an air of French pride permeating between the tables. Not only is eating here a must-do for gluten-eating travelers, we gluten-haters can add it to our list too, thanks to the generous gluten-free offerings. 

I won't talk about the specifics of the break-up that followed partially out of respect for the person I shared these memories with, and partially because it's just too hard and too private. I will say traveling with another will allow you to see a more complete picture of him/her, but it will also allow you to see yourself more spherically. And maybe it will show you want you really want, like it did for me.

I went to Quebec City during a time in my life that was full of uncertainties, doubt, fear and unrest. While my time here had a less-than-traditional fairytale ending, I can see now that this beautiful city and my experience here was not for naught. Sometimes places with this magnificence can help you find your own, and I hope this place will do the same for you.

There are worse things.

When I ate in Canada - Part II