Montreal is the first place I ever truly got drunk, just off of St Catherines street in 1989. That was some night. I went into a bar on St Denis Street to watch Montreal play Boston. At 8:00pm on the button the lights wents out in the bar and a spot light came on and topless girls came out. I was with my girlfriend now my wife. It's a story we still tell.
One of my frat brothers ended up proposing to the prettiest stripper one year we road-tripped there. To be fair she was very pretty.