What anyone travelling to Tadoussac needs to know is that your food options are limited. It’s a village with some restaurants possibly only open during the travel season. One mistake I made when I decided to go to Tadoussac was not thinking about what we would eat. This can be really bad considering the fact that my husband and I have dietary restrictions and I am one picky eater.
The day we arrived, we decided to go out and look for something to eat. We found a restaurant which offered a buffet. My dad needs a buffet because the meals we get in most restaurants aren’t enough to sustain his 6’6″ frame. So, we climbed the stairs to the restaurant which has no name. Of course it has one; I just don’t remember it. We were obviously the first ones to arrive. That was probably because the dinner buffet wouldn’t open until 5. When we got there it was 4:30ish. We had nothing to do, the weather was ideal, for everyone except my mom, the view was remarkable, and the waitress spoke limited English. That’s all you really need for a good time ;).
Five o’clock, thank God, arrived. We proceeded to the “buffet” and as I’m sure you can tell, it was, well, meh. We hoped that what we saw in front of us wasn’t the full buffet and that they’d be adding more to it. I got a bowl of pea soup to start myself off. It was also a chance for them to add more FOOD! Alas, it was not meant to be. Of the available options, I was able to eat perhaps six and I potentially could like 3. The best thing I had was the soup. It inspired me to want to cook more soup. The worse part? It was over 100 dollars. We definitely didn’t get our money’s worth.
We ate in the hotel restaurant for breakfast the next morning. Luckily for my dad, it was a buffet. It was decent, but no comparison to the breakfast we had while in Niagara. My parents were happy though. Why wouldn’t they be? All the things they eat were available like bacon, sausage, ham. It’s a pork lover’s paradise. Our waitress stopped by regularly with a, “C’est bon?” I told my husband that she was asking whether it’s good. We often laughed at people’s futile attempts to speak to us in French. I wished like anything that I remembered more, but what can you do when it’s been so many years?
Since we all agreed the hotel restaurant was too expensive, we went out for all other meals. One day we went out in the late afternoon. We sent my father and husband inside. When they came back, my husband told the story about trying to order. They were given a menu which was in French of course. My husband told the guy he couldn’t read French. To my husband’s dismay, he proceeded to read the menu to him. In French! Dude, he’s not illiterate. He just can’t read French. Lol, good times. Fortunately, burger is the same in all languages. That’s what they ordered since they couldn’t be sure about other things on the menu.
The next day, my husband suggested we take the ferry across to another town. When we were going to Tadoussac, we saw Subway and McDonald’s in a town. Neither were our first choices, but we didn’t want to pay an arm and a leg and we also didn’t want any more drama trying to order in French. With these two, even if we couldn’t speak French we could point to food :p. So we went to La Malbaie. How excited we were when we saw Subway. I reached a new low when I started getting excited about Subway. We were in Quebec. It should have been an opportunity to experience something new and delicious. Instead, we were looking for the cliche, stereotypical American restaurants. Something we knew.
At least we got to experience more of this scenic area.