Chez Gaston is everything you’d expect from a poky no-frills hole-in-the-wall casse-croute: a few tables, a makeshift counter, a ratty open kitchen, and the inescapable smell of grease. Word on the streets of Quebec City is that it’s good, so I gave it a shot.
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This lower-town bar in a converted theater draws in Quebec City’s small cultural crowd. It’s okay on most nights but it does get mildly pompous on Tango Sundays (unless you enjoy watching pouting upper-town 40-year-olds dancing the Tango next to your table). We went on a Wednesday and it was eerily deserted, even by Quebec City standards.