Mr. Luxury Ski
What’s in a name? They got three letters right at Le P’tit Caribou, Mont Tremblant’s legendary dive bar where beautiful Quebecois and tourists dance into the night and flashing is, well, de rigueur. Cheap pints fuel the party until three a.m., but be sure to fill up on a beaver tail (Tremblant’s famed fried dough pastry, that is) before you roll in, because while the place is ostensibly a bistro, the only food you’re going to find here after dark is popcorn.
This article originally appeared in Jetsetter.