I am a firm believer that you can’t finish one vacation without having the next one planned. Over the past few years I’ve become a bit of a travel junkie (perhaps because I can finally afford it), and having that next vacation on the horizon really gives me something to look forward to. It’s what gets me through those impossible days at the office.
So, when Cole and I returned home from Ontario, I immediately started to scour seat sales and vacation planning websites. Cruising around Expedia and Sky scanner is definitely a daily task for me. Luckily, we snagged a pretty great deal for a long-weekend trip to Quebec City…only a mere 3 months away.
If you follow me on Instagram (which you should), you will have realized by now that this trip took place over the past Easter weekend.
It was years ago that I went to Quebec City for the first time. I could remember bits and pieces, but it was a totally different trip back then and I was a poor first-year undergrad.
This time, I was excited to see it in a new light and really appreciate what the city has to offer. Plus, I have been working on my French so I knew it would be a great way to test out my skills.
We hopped off the plane into the pretty chilly weather and made our way to our digs for the weekend. We had a great room at Le Port Royal, and I highly recommend it to all of you. Rooms are a good price, gorgeous, spacious, and comfortable. Plus, it’s located in the lower old city near the port – prime real estate for exploring.
I took an absolute ton of photos so I’ll be breaking my trip up into a few posts.
As it was already fairly late in the evening, we chose to lay low and rest up. We perused through the list of best restaurants on Tripadvisor, Opentable, and Urbanspoon (the usual suspects), and landed on Bistro 1640.
Bundled up in scarves, winter boots, and wool coats we strolled through the snow and admired our first glances into the “mini-Europe”.
The cobble stone streets were lined with a fine layer of snow, as rustic signs hung from each door – instantly reminiscent of the old streets of Salzburg.
As we climbed the hill and meandered our way to the ever-famous Chateau Frontenac, the moon shone and illuminated the unbelievably quiet streets. Lights were hung between trees and along shops, giving it a winder-wonderland vibe. The city was ours to enjoy.
We had a quiet dinner and were absolutely stuffed by the end of it. I ordered the duck confit, which was incredibly tender and of massive proportions. It came with the most buttery-flavoured pasta, sprinkled with fresh herbs and a variety of veggies. Cole ordered the beef bourguignon – a restaurant staple.
For dessert I had a sweet and creamy caramel cheesecake and he had the maple syrup crème brulee. Both excellent and bursting with flavour.
Amidst the black and white checkerboard style floor tiles and the dim lighting, we really started to unwind and take everything in. Shyly we tested the waters of our new French-language skills…quietly ordering and assuring the waiter the food was excellent. By the end of our dinner, the place was pretty packed. I would definitely recommend hitting this place up if you’re looking for an excellent meal (both in taste and value).
The night ended with a quick peak around the Chateau and home to bed before a big day of touring. More pictures to come tomorrow!