Cuisine De Manille - Montreal, Quebec

I brought my Filipino friend for lunch at Cuisine de Manille. I ordered the Pansit Bihon with Shrimp, which was very delicious and I really appreciated how generous they were with the shrimps (there were at least 5-6 big ones). My friend had the Bagnet Kare Kare Meal, which she ... really enjoyed because the whole time she was eating, she kept telling me how it really the spot. Read more

Amazing amazing food. It’s just yum. There’s little extra honey garlic on the chicken but with the veggie salad , calamari fries , rice and everything this was the perfect office lunch I could taste. Thanks to the staff and the delivery person for having it delivered flawlessly TODAY. Keep ... up the taste and the good work Read more

I had a great time at Cusine de Manille. My friend and I tried Filipino food for the first time. It was really nice their roast pork was really good. Rey served us and made my friend feel special on her birthday! He asked if she had a song request ... which was so cute ! Thank you. Read more

I expected more than this. I came because of the rating. The pork was too dry and tasteless. The calamary was over cooked so it's too small and very oily, basically it's like I ate fried flour taste like squid. I hope Pancit was better but it's not. Could not ... finish and had to bring it home and threw it away. Spent ~100$/ 2 ppl but very disappointed. Read more

From Quebec's grim embrace, we embarked upon a macabre journey, a somber sojourn betwixt the ancient realms of Quebec City and Montreal. The purpose of our venture was an enigmatic quest to savor the essence of a distant land's fare, the obscure culinary treasures of the Philippines. The wheels of ... our carriage traversed the desolate roads, cloaked in shadows and mystery, as we sought the elusive taste of authenticity. Upon our arrival, the restaurant's facade loomed like a spectral apparition, a beacon of exotic promises. With palates as eager as a raven's wings slicing through the midnight air, we indulged in the banquet set before us. The victuals, a symphony of flavors both strange and tantalizing, enraptured our senses in a dance of otherworldly pleasure. Oh, how we erred, dear reader, in our estimation of sustenance required for mere mortals! With the hubris of lost souls seeking to hoard a treasure beyond mortal need, we summoned forth portions vast and opulent. An excess only the damned would dare, for our intent was to haul this bounty, this trove of flavors, back to our chamber of dwelling for a second consumption. As the moon climbed its archaic arc in the firmament, casting its feeble light upon our melancholic feast, we found ourselves laden with remnants beyond reason. The remnants of an empire of food, a kingdom of tastes conquered in vain by insatiable appetites. The meal for two souls and a youthful spirit could have well sustained a phantom feast, yet we chose to indulge as though we were preparing a requiem for famished specters. Thus, our odyssey drew to an end, leaving us haunted by our own excesses. In retrospect, we are left with the peculiar sensation that, perhaps, we had not merely journeyed for food, but for an encounter with the abyssal folly of our gluttonous souls. The flavors were genuine, the journey treacherous, and the consequences dire. Read more