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Mohammad Nabeel, co-owner of Sana shows off their kulfi on a stick in their restaurant on rue Jarry in Montreal. (Christinne Muschi For The Globe and Mail)
Mohammad Nabeel, co-owner of Sana shows off their kulfi on a stick in their restaurant on rue Jarry in Montreal. (Christinne Muschi For The Globe and Mail)

Why you should eat in Park Ex, Montreal's ungentrified ethnic food paradise Add to ...

It’s raw, gritty, almost un-capitalist. If any single concoction could be said to encapsulate the magic of Park Ex, it might be the kulfi on a stick at Sana, a green Popsicle of perfumed ice cream filled with almonds, pistachios and spices that costs a grant total of one dollar. Finding something so delicious, so cheap and utterly off-trend is one of those rare moments of discovery. It alone is worth the trip up to Jarry Street. (Although you would be remiss to not try the bitter gourd, the beef nihari, or the Lahori chargha chicken).

It all raises the question: Why hasn’t Park Ex exploded yet?

“There is a certain sketch factor,” admits Julia Chan of Montreal’s Evenko production company, who has chosen to raise her family here. “But I’ve never felt unsafe.”

Chan and her partner, Daniel Seligman, director of the Pop Montreal music festival, consider the edgy atmosphere part of the appeal. “If Park Ex is gentrifying, it’s just domestic gentrification,” Seligman notes.

It still has a ways to go. “We wouldn’t open a shop in Park Ex at this point,” explains Gen Heistek, owner of several boutiques in Mile End. “First, there needs to be a good café or a cool bar.” Heistek noted, however, that she is considering moving there with her family.

Instead of pricey boutiques, there are Indian fabric stores, bootleg DVD shops, money-transfer operations, African hair product places and weird driving schools (several of them, including one named Hope, were closed for fraud last year). An electronics store called Chahat Audio Video also features a booth where a man in a turban prepares hand-rolled cones of paan, filling moistened betel leaves with areca nut, tobacco, spices, rose petal jam, lime paste and other exoticisms. Customers stuff their cheeks with the narcotic, spitting puddles of red saliva onto the streets.

It all makes for the feeling of having ended up in a foreign land – or on an altogether different planet, in the case of The Dream of My Small Mountain Village.

Walking through its doorway after midnight is like landing on Mars. Retirees are dancing horizontally on the floor. A multicoloured strobe light projects bursts of rainbow light onto a hypnotic mural of ocean waves. You are in international waters now: There are no laws here.

At the back of the room, beyond the card sharps and belly dancers, sits an analog sound system manned by a part-time pizza delivery guy with sparse white hair and a CD library full of outer-space synthesizer dance-party music. When the crowd gets going and the dance floor fills up and the DJ starts jumping up and down while issuing ear-piercing two-finger whistles, you almost expect someone to start firing a pistol into the ceiling.

It has the wildness that Montreal used to be famous for, and which it may be losing. “Magical places like this need to be preserved because their habitat is disappearing,” explains Brett Stabler, a friend of mine who comes here regularly. He is opening a new restaurant and art space (called Bethlehem) as an homage to the “incidental anti-aesthetics” of dives like The Dream of My Small Mountain Village.

On a recent visit, we reminisced about a similar interzone café that used to be in Mile End called Scala. Today, its renovated space has become a booming wine bar with hot DJs and $43 roast chickens. Gentrification happens to the best of places – but the beauty of a transgressive spot like The Dream of My Small Mountain Village is that it’s a throwback to the time when this was a wide-open city. Like Park Ex itself, it’s the sort of place that every great city needs.

Food choices

Best Greek

For a sit-down meal of pikilia platters and lamb chops, try Tripoli, (679 rue Saint-Roch, 514-277-4689). Park Extension regulars swear by the old-school doners at Elatos (550 rue Jarry Ouest, 514-273-5358) and Village Grec (654 rue Jean-Talon Ouest 514-274-4371).

Best Desi Chinese

Salateen blends South Asian cuisine with Chinese food, making tandoori barbecued meats and Jalfrezis as well as hand-pulled Chinese noodles and hot and sour soup with Indo-Pakistani touches. (670 rue Jean-Talon Ouest, 514-495-0495).

Best Indian

There are a half-dozen places in Park Ex where you can compare garlic naans and channa samosas, but my two top picks are Bombay Mahal (1001 rue Jean-Talon Ouest, 514-273-3331) and Punjab Palace (920 rue Jean-Talon Ouest, 514-495-4075), both of which happen to be BYOBs.

Best Pakistani

Get the whole Lahori fried fish, the chicken tikka masala, the lentils and a biryani at 786 Halal (768 rue Jean-Talon Ouest, 514-270-0786).

Best Pastries

Whether it is bougatsas, melomakaronas, galaktabourikos or paximadakias you are after, Afroditi (756 rue Saint Roch, 514-274-5302) has a vast selection of classical Greek pastries.

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