A weekend in Val-David, when dinner is downstairs

You roll in on Friday evening. The drive from Montreal took about an hour. Your shoulders are already dropping.

Here is how we picture the perfect weekend in Val-David. Dinner downstairs, a room upstairs, and almost everything else a short walk away. Whether you arrive by bike on the trail or by car from the city, the plan is the same.

Friday night, start at the table

Carry the bags up, then come back down. The kitchen is open, Mike is on the stove, Tim is at the bar. Fish and chips, properly golden. A scotch egg. A pint resting on the counter, a candle on the table.

And the best part, no need to get back in the car. Your room is right upstairs. Dinner downstairs, bed upstairs. That is our kind of luxury. See the pub menu for what is waiting downstairs.

Saturday, the trail, the village, the river

Le P'tit Train du Nord runs right past the door. Not near it, past it. Head out on foot or on two wheels and let the morning drift toward the village.

Val-David is best taken slowly. The galleries, the shops, the Rivière du Nord following the trail, Mont-Condor in the background. You walk, you stop, you carry on.

Come back for lunch. The terrasse is open almost every summer evening, right by the river. A plate, a glass, the sun dropping behind the mountain.

Saturday night, stay a while

Supper again. It is a pub, after all, and that is the fun part. The burger, beef from Mirabel, bun from Sainte-Agathe. Sticky toffee pudding to finish, if you have room.

Then the stairs, not the highway. Nobody at the table doing the math on the drive back to Montreal. If heading up sounds good, see the room above the pub.

Sunday, take your time

One last meal by the water before you point the car home, in no hurry at all.

That is a weekend here. Seven rooms, no more. Enough to host people well, not enough to become anonymous.

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