Don't shoot the messenger: This weekend marks the official end of summer. Put away those bike shorts and crop tops and break out your flannel, Montreal.

The weather's likely been indication enough, as it quickly and consecutively creeps below 20 degrees with each passing week. We're sad to see the hottest season on record go, but like any first fling you have in your life in the city: It was a hot and heavy time that was full of great moments, even if it ended on a messy note.

We hope you made the most of it.

True to form, the city's dusted itself off proper and continues to pump out collaborative pop-ups like they're going outta style. Cider houses and heavier comfort foods are making their way back, too—why hello there, PdC's foie gras poutine—as if the cosmos are warning us to start putting on a few extra before the cold sets in.

Don't shoot the messenger: This weekend marks the official end of summer. Put away those bike shorts and crop tops and break out your flannel, Montreal.

The weather's likely been indication enough, as it quickly and consecutively creeps below 20 degrees with each passing week. We're sad to see the hottest season on record go, but like any first fling you have in your life in the city: It was a hot and heavy time that was full of great moments, even if it ended on a messy note.

We hope you made the most of it.

True to form, the city's dusted itself off proper and continues to pump out collaborative pop-ups like they're going outta style. Cider houses and heavier comfort foods are making their way back, too—why hello there, PdC's foie gras poutine—as if the cosmos are warning us to start putting on a few extra before the cold sets in.