Montreal's never been short on weird and/or wonderful dining destinations and experiences, but few in the city’s history have leaned into spectacle quite like Au Lutin qui Bouffe.
Past its old-world façade, one would find a landmark of indulgence and eccentricity, a place where diners could savour a plate of tournedos Rossini while a tiny piglet was bottle-fed at the next table.

But the whimsy of Au Lutin qui Bouffe's fine French cuisine and now-infamous piglet photography sessions would over time develop into a darker story of crime, ambition, and a tragic end—but together, these stories would cement the restaurant’s place in the city’s lore.

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Fascinating article! Two points that were especially interesting to me. First, for the well heeled Anglos who seem to have been the customer base, going to St. Gregoire and St. Hubert would have been an exotic safari from Westmount or downtown, adding to the bizarre novelty of the place. Second, there's something on the menu called Lobster Carmelite. I looked it up and can't find anything - it seems to have been a specialty of Au Lutin Qui Bouffe. I like lobster - if anyone knows what it was, HMU