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Much-loved Mile End restaurant Hôtel Herman is set to close at the end of February. The restaurant made the announcement via Facebook on Wednesday afternoon.

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The reason for the close is clear: their landlord wouldn’t renew their lease (and did not provide an explanation). On the upside, you will still be able to get a taste of their work at Plateau brewpub Réservoir, which the three Herman principals took over late last year (although they’re still in the process of switching things up there).

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Eater has reached out to the Hôtel Herman team for comment, and to find out about the possibility of a Hôtel Herman resurrection in the future — and will keep you updated.

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Restaurant districts in Montreal are located in and Quartier Latin, which is filled with mid-range eateries catering to a clientele of tourists and students. Mile End is home to famous bagel shops, bakeries, bistros and cafes. Affordable ethnic cuisine, like Indian restaurants, can be found around Jean-Talon market. Vegetarian options are available throughout the city, and most restaurants mention vegetarian options on their menus.

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Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness,
Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the
one we have conquer'd,
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countenance white as a sheet,
Near by the corpse of the child that serv'd in the cabin,
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The flames spite of all that can be done flickering aloft and below,
The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty,
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upon the masts and spars,
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