3 Minots

Marco

3.0

All those years of Rock Band in your parents' basement - gripping a plastic guitar, absolutely convinced you were the next Justin Bieber - were not wasted. They were training. & 3 Minots on Saint-Laurent is where that training finally gets deployed in live combat. This is the bar where you go to obliterate your stage fright once & for all, because the energy in this room is so aggressively supportive that you could sing'Bohemian Rhapsody' in the wrong key, in the wrong language, & a table of strangers would still raise their glasses like you just headlined the Bell Centre. The owner, Ray - bartender, karaoke DJ, emcee, & off-tempo tambourine virtuoso - runs this room with the chaotic precision of an air traffic controller during a snowstorm. Your name gets called, you better sprint to that mic, because the song starts with or without you, & that is not a U2 reference, that is a warning.

It's free to sing, which is genuinely incredible & possibly the last free thing left in Montreal. The drinks, however, are priced as if they're personally subsidizing that freedom - a pitcher costs roughly the same as the Uber you took to get here.

Michael

5.0

Bartender loves his job (even pulls out the tambourine sometimes.). It's the only place I can always rely on to have some karaoke. Also, it everyone who attends is always complementing each other due to the sense of the community.

Jérémie

5.0

The owner will reward you with a sick background tambourine beat if he likes your performance. 100% would recommend.

Jamie

1.0

WORST EXPERIENCE & SERVICE. I asked for a water & the owner (playing the tambourine) refused unless I bought a drink. So I asked for the cheapest drink on the menu, he charged me $14 for a zero percent corona! He was beyond rude. ZERO STARS.

Guillaume

2.0

I used to recommend this place wholeheartedly. It was worth the trip just to watch the spectacle of the'all-business' owner doing 3 different jobs at once (bartender, karaoke DJ, tambourine player).

Sure, he puts one song after the other with ZERO seconds of pause between each, so you have to run to the stage when it's your turn & start singing mid-sentence.

Sure, if there's a long instrumental solo in your song, he'll just skip ahead during the song with no warning.

Sure, his loud, off-tempo tambourine playing will mess up your timing.

But this was all part of the charm of the place. It was an acceptable & amusing level of abuse.

Until I went there again last night, & suddenly the pitcher was 33$. Thirty-three dollars. Nuh-huh.

You can phunk with my heart all you want, but my wallet is off-limits. Farewell, old friend.