After two-plus seasons of covering games in Montreal and missing what folks consider one of the best steaks in town, I finally made it to La Queue de Cheval last night in the good company of three fellow Boston scribblers (Steve Conroy, Joe Haggerty, and Matt Kalman).

One Kansas City cut, some broccoli and garlic mashed potatoes, and a creme caramel later, the verdict was in: The Q brings it. Can't say definitively that it's better than Moishe's or Gibby's, two of Montreal's other top-shelf steak houses, but it's in the running. Good times. Neat touch: the flying saucer-sized grill in the middle of the restaurant. Could use one of those back home.

After the morning skate today, KPD and I stopped in at Bis. Dupont went with swordfish (stick salute from Dupes) and I had the red sauce rigatoni with capers, olives, and sundried tomatoes. Bis is one of the few places that gets al dente right. None of that mushy pasta.

We'll be saying au revoir to Montreal and its dining delights late tonight. But one of the highlights of a Montreal game is the drive home and the pit stop at Burlington's Kountry Kart Deli. Otherwise known as the home of the Shiner, the best breakfast sandwich I've ever had. The secret is the hash brown piled on top of the egg, sausage, and cheese. None come close.