Ou-Quoi

Totally came by on St-​Patties! The dancing was super entertaining and most definitely fun! Drinks are cheaper than the ontario side for sure ^_​^ and the St. Ambrose stout on draft definitely carries full flavour… BUT, is smooth and has caramel notes! (Yummy for sure :))
If you’re looking for entertainment– this place will literally light your drinks on fire! (No joke– super awesome)
The crowd is young– more typically playing rock music but can be anything depending on the occasion!
Only issue is that the bar (when you want to pay your tab on a busier night) is nearly inaccessible for the amount of people nearly on it!
Keeps you on your toes for sure ;P
And remember! Watch out for the stray dancers who like to dance right into your table ;P!
Bonne chance! Aha

This is a decent pub. Reasonable prices, good selection. The only thing is that they have the music really loud for a pub of that size, and I am somebody that loud music doesn’t bother.

Dans la rue des bars du Vieux Hull c’est sans doute la meilleure place où aller prendre une BONNE bière!
En soirée c’est miss DJette aux platines avec les grands classiques qui font bouger les amis du pop/​rock jusqu’au bout de la nuit, le bar lounge passé en mode clubbing!
Pendant ce temps au bar c’est ambiance crépitante avec service de shooter enflammés façon feux d’artifices par les serveurs super cute!
Été comme hiver une petite terrasse/​balcon en bois permet de sortir dehors sans passer par la porte d’entrée donc pouvoir boire son verre au grand air et fumer ailleurs que sur le trottoir
Alors on y va ou quoi?

I’m not the standard tourist. I hate looking at monuments, museums, and other top attractions. The lines are too long, and they almost never live up to the hype.
What I do when I’m visiting the place is to get absurdly drunk with the locals. Not only do you get a better feel of the area you are visiting, but the stories you tell to others are that much better.
I visited Ottawa for my birthday this past July. The family went to the National Gallery of Art, and gazed at a giant spider. They pondered whether the many testicle shaped eggs under the belly represented the fertility of mankind.
It wasn’t long until I wanted to leap off the giant spider onto the concrete below. I decided to wander off across the bridge and into Hull, Quebec. It’s a little town where 95% of the people speak French. Stumbling into this little pub on a Saturday afternoon, I found a seat at the bar and pointed at a Jack Daniels. The locals all spoke French, and enjoyed the bottle as much as I did. Always a commonality I’ve learned.
It wasn’t long until I was slurring French drinking songs, and pseudo-​communicating with the other bar patrons. I’m not sure what my tab was, but it was a blast. Deciding against hospitality offered by people I met six hours ago, I tried to walk to Ottawa. Not knowing anything about the city I was in, and tired of walking for almost two hours, I settled on a doorstep of some apartment complex. I woke up after a couple hours sleep, went back to my hotel, packed my bags, and then flew home to Washington. Amazing birthday.