Malak Al Tawouk — Restaurant in Montreal

As a Lebanese person, i was so happy when i knew that a Malak al Tawouk will be open here in MTL. Nevertheless, it so upsetting that its not the same as Lebanon: 1- the menu is still based on 4 variants:no turkey and cheese sandwichs, crispy, hot dog…. in the menu and a lot of other items (no disponible). 2- the potato taste look like Costco ones, and the sandwiches really felt like french tacos, no flavor of the Tawouk in the chicken. 3-the location is badly chosen by the owner the fact that already another Lebanese restaurant is close to it and we had parking issues with that. Adding a Malak al tawook made us circle 5 times for a parking spot. It is a common sense that the fact its the only in canada to except an area with bigger parking spot to make it easy on the customers specially coming from a distance. 4- service is super slow 20min plus and the garlic sauce tasted more like mayonnaise. 5- beard net: as i worked for years in other restaurants Regarding the beard size. A beard net must be worn specially when working next to hot grills or food preparation. 6- i have noticed thats there also in the Tawouk special option of ham or jambon beside turkey. I m also with expending the menu but not into terms halal restaurants. Contamination can be easily when using the same gloves or mixing instruments or using the same grill sandwich. Definitely not like lebanon taste, sorry it took time to make dream happen, but definitely time was not well spend on the food quality and customer satisfaction I hope all the issues above will be resolved till the future...

On the night of March the 3rd 2025, I entered this establishment in which the name "Malak Al Tawouk" could be found on the top of the yellow wall. The second my tippie toe touched the ground, I was greeted by a mysterious man with a big silouhette. Once I got close to the counter, it was then that I realised that man was called "Water cancer". A Horrid stench flew in the air and his smile made me recall the monsters that haunted me in my dreams. I started the discussion with a polite "hello". However, as he was opening his mouth, I could see it. The cancer in his throat. He was a throat goat. He told me "Are we friends?" and I sat on table for 2. I wondered to myself, "why a table for 2?" as i was taking a sneek peek at the menu on the wall, suddenly, the creature sat on the second chair. It was then that I realised, the second seat was for him. I was cooked, chat. He sat down and put his hands on the table. He whispered: "Bro I didn't study for this test I'm cooked I'm going to throw up, btw did you play persona 5?". As the acid of his spit got into contact with my skin, I could feel the pain itching deep into my face. But it was at this moment that a tunnel of hope appeared. All of a sudden, a good man put him onto the ground like a tiger to a deer. He then adjusted the handcuffs onto the monster and stuffed him into the back of his car. I then had my dinner which was good. But till this day, i am haunted AND traumatized by the thought of the creature of the...

I must say, a 2/3-star experience based on last night’s sandwich and I’m now wondering if that’s not overly generous.

Swung by last night after craving a Tawouk sandwich following a 10k run only to be utterly disappointed. I also brought a friend with who has never been before. I’m now finding myself explaining exuberant craving only to get… that.

I distinctly recall the epic bang with which this shop opened last year (I think?). Skewered marinated chicken freshly grilled, wrapped to perfection on a bed of coleslaw and crispy fries… the stuff of legends. Juicy enough for the memory to take hold deep inside your psyche and reappear as uncontrollable cravings after a miserable run. Lol

But that’s not what I found last night. The juicy-tender chicken gave way, and a pre-grilled lukewarm rubbery meat took its place. The pita bread wasn’t quite as fresh, and the layers of bread stacked up to make chewing more of chore than a delicious culinary experience. Midway through the sandwich, I caught myself unwrapping it to looking into its ingredients. Something definitely changed, and I felt robbed of the promise of that once-delicious memory.

The only saving grace is that the people were unmemorably courteous, and the place was clean. The sandwich is cheap enough to dull the outrage, and I guess the chances of another craving will now have to contend with this below average experience.

Very disappointed Malak Al Tawouk. That royal title (Al Malak) needs...