This is the Catholic soup kitchen where I lived for nearly 2 years in downtown Montreal. I look forward to visiting it again when we drive through. The French name is La Maison du Benoit Labre. 300 Young St. I remember getting garbage bags full of old doughnuts from a local shop. We would line a table with trays, then dump out the donuts so the table was a mountain. All the volunteers and resident students would have first pick from the squishy, writhing mass. Then we'd let in the clientele and they would rush to get their favorite, then get a hot cup of tea, and relax at a table. On the weekend I was waitress as we served 3 shifts of 45 a full course meal. I lived on the top floor - one of the gables you see on the top of the building was my room. The 2nd floor had a clothing room where anyone could get a change of clothes for free. It looked like a drycleaner's - you'd walk up to the counter, tell your size, and be handed a suit. I have many fond memories of this little soup kitchen, it was my favorite place to live in Montreal.
