In Val-David, on the edge of the northern river, the old Baril Roulant has changed his face, but not completely soulful. The place has traded a part of his bohemian side for a more licked, soberer look, more mountain pub. Yet, behind the bar, in the kitchen, on the terrace or in the upstairs rooms, one still feels this simple idea: here, people don't just come to eat. They come to stop. That's perhaps what attracted the Robertsons. Even before t…
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In Val-David, on the edge of the northern river, the old Baril Roulant has changed his face, but not completely soulful. The place has traded a part of his bohemian side for a more licked, soberer look, more mountain pub. Yet, behind the bar, in the kitchen, on the terrace or in the upstairs rooms, one still feels this simple idea: here, people don't just come to eat. They come to stop. That's perhaps what attracted the Robertsons. Even before t…