CocoLoco

Now, here's something I found out the other day: Montréal fines businesses whose smells waft onto the sidewalk. ...Something about olfactory pollution?

Anyway, word about town is that these fines are directly responsible for the lack of good barbeque in the city. ...Though since walking by CocoRico I think it's just because no proper Southerners have come to show them how its done.


When you walk anywhere near CocoRico, you smell roast chicken. Every time. And every time I think: am I hungry? My nose sure says I am....


And it's the roast chicken you come for, though they do also serve little roast new potatoes, cole slaw and beans. The ambiance is great, too. It's intimate, with only a bar down the length of the restaurant and a mirror to facilitate watching the cooks dish up the juicy chicken. On a recent afternoon when dr. dj and I couldn't resist the tempting aromas, we shared a really lovely bird with a serviceable coleslaw.