Altitude 737

The best way to feel like a big man: look down on the plebs from on high. Just ask Manute Bol, Tenzing Norgay, or David Koresh. Altitude 737 (737 feet from the ground), a three-floored club in Montreal's tallest building, condescends to the rest of the city's passé, ground-level joints. 737 boasts two summer-only terraces, a selection of drinks you can only afford if you own at least four suits, a prohibition on vertigo sufferers and, occasionally, Wesley Snipes.
Chef François Da Ponte has produced a menu with signature items that include Eggplant Caviar with tomato and tarragon, and Calamari Cake with warm goat cheese. Post-dinner, you'll find the crowd begins to filter up to catch a glimpse of the sun setting behind Mount-Royal and the music gets pumped up a few decibels to encourage the remaining punters to stay. Patrons range from old brooding types to young hipsters and the occasional after-dinner daters.
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