When my parents came to visit me in Montreal last month, we leapt at the chance to finally dine at Gibby’s, a classic, subterranean steakhouse in Old Montreal. It’s the kind of place that serves gargantuan rib-eye steaks, old fashioneds with elaborate fruit garnishes, tableside Caesar salads, and Monte Carlo potatoes. It’s the kind of place where every meal begins with a dozen oysters and champagne. It gave me nostalgic 1970s-era fuzzies. (Alison’s parents ate here on their honeymoon almost 30 years ago!) Sasha — when you come back, and you’ll be back! — the #1 item on my list is to get you oysters.