Sorry Brit & Chips, I have found a new love.
It’s not you, really, it’s me.
Actually, it’s neither of us – it’s him, Comptoir 21.
Its batter is delicate and crisp to perfection.
Its fish, flaky, is tender and juicy.
Its chips, greasy-oh-so-greasy, require a month of exercise to recover.
And all of this comes in GIGANTIC servings.
Sorry Brit, there is no coming back. It’s been fun. Sayonara.
3 spots: a)21 Rue Saint Viateur Ouest, b)117 Ste-Catherine E, c) 4844 rue Wellington