Let's get this out of the way: I drove to Montréal to spend a day eating Jewish food but skipped the smoked meat. Don't get me wrong: I love a heap of hand-sliced, fat-laced, dry-rubbed and lightly smoked brisket, sandwiched between rye with a slick of sharp mustard, as much as the next carnivore. But I've indulged before, and the hefty dish does not wedge easily into a packed itinerary. That said, I do regret missing the smoked meat at Snowdon Deli, the sixth stop on my mid-March... Read this story
