Padaria Portuguesa

Justyna

4.0

Les pains portugais & les natas sont excellents.
Petite pâtisserie/ boulangerie a découvrir.
Le seul bémol qui m'a interpellé c'est qu'au moment de payer avec la carte de crédit, un montant de 5% est rajouter systématiquement pour du pourboires.
Il a fallut manipuler & contourner....pour en enlever le pourboire. Bref si on porte pas attention, c'est automatiquement chargé.
Je suis pour donner du pourboires, cependant pas a un comptoir où je vais acheter du pain & pâtisserie pour achat seulement de in & out du commerce.

Sheldon

5.0

If you're looking for that clinical, corporate'have a nice day' energy, go elsewhere. Padaria Portuguesa offers something far more dangerous to your emotional well-being: the overwhelming, soul-crushing kindness of a dozen Portuguese grandmothers who have collectively decided you look like you haven't eaten since the mid-1990s.
The'Grandmother' Protocol
Aggressive Generosity: Entering this shop isn't a transaction; it's an adoption. I walked in for a simple coffee & left with three types of bread, a history of the Azores, & the distinct feeling that I should have called my own mother more often this week.
The'Eat, Eat' Policy: The staff has clearly been trained in the ancient art of the'Grandma Guilt Trip.' If you try to order just one Nata, they look at you with such profound, shimmering disappointment that you find yourself buying a dozen just to stop the heartbreak. It's a brilliant business model fueled entirely by maternal instinct & puff pastry.
Service with a Squeeze: Forget a receipt; you're more likely to get a pat on the cheek or a stern look if you don't finish your crusts. They manage the queue with the efficiency of a military operation, if that military was run by women who can detect a low blood-sugar level from fifty paces.
The Culinary'Hug'
The Natas: Apparently, they aren't made of cardboard; they are made of'secret family recipes' &'pure love.' It's disgusting, really. How am I supposed to maintain my cynical, cold-hearted exterior when the custard is this creamy & the crust is flaking off like a buttery dream? It's an assault on my carefully curated grumpiness.
The Atmosphere: The air doesn't smell like commercial espresso; it smells like a Sunday morning in a kitchen where someone is always baking something & you aren't allowed to leave until you're at least 5 lbs heavier. It's highly inconvenient for anyone trying to stick to a'moody urbanite' aesthetic.
The Verdict
It is a five-star disaster for my waistline & a total triumph for the human spirit. I came for a caffeine fix & left feeling emotionally supported & physically stuffed.
'Warning: Do not enter unless you are prepared to be treated like the favorite grandchild. It's a traumatic level of sincerity that Montreal's colder streets simply haven't prepared us for.'
10/10. I'll be back tomorrow, mostly because I'm pretty sure one of the ladies will be waiting with a wooden spoon if I don't show up.

Fernando

5.0

Produtos de pastelaria fantásticos. Excelente atendimento

B

5.0

Tastes like portugal, runned by portuguese. Good portuguese pastries.