Toast - $100 per person. Portions absolutly tiny. Service? - We arrived at 8 p.m. and one full hour later we hadn't been offered anything other than wine.
Noticing many well dressed, but subdued and glum faced Americans at other tables I suspected this place wasn't delivering, so at 9 o'clock I asked for bread. It was delivered. Four razor thin slices of good baguette, for four people. No olive oil offered, only butter. At 9:30 I asked when our appetizers might arrive and was told in a patronizing way "well you know what chefs can be like"
About half an hour later, an "amuse" arrived - one square centimetre of pig pate, for a table of four that does not eat pig. The server expected us to be "wowed" by some special nature of this square centimetere of pig pate, and it could have been the language barrier but we didn't get it, and we were just hungry and wanted be fed the meals we had ordered what seemed like days ago.
Normally, confronted by a chaotic kitchen and uncaring wait staff I would cancel my order and walk out but I was hosting a special dinner for a cancer survivor who had driven all day from Boston.
Eventually, (10:30 p.m.) the first course arrives. We need an electron microscope to find the food, lost as it in on the vast white plates. But we're starving, and it's Quebec City lower town, Saturday Night, no possibility of a plan "B".
Sometime the next day the second course arrives.... but by then we were so tired and hungry and bored of the constant waiter "attitude" we just ate and got out... $450 later and hungry.
Toast is toast in my book. Overpriced, over hyped, and I can't remember anything about the food that would make me tell you to go there.