Here at soooMTL, we’re totally into lists AND surfing the rails of the STM (Subway Trains of Montreal) to get from A to B. Montreal’s Orange Line is quickly becoming one of THE most popular lines in the city, so let us give you the inside scoop on some exclusive stops you just have to visit to get that sweet metro fix.
Defiantly one of Montreal’s oldest stations, this was built probably at least a couple of hundred years ago. Here’s to two hundred more. Cheers.
2. Du Collage
You don’t have to be a College-educated genius to understand how great this metro stop is. Who said you can’t have beauty and brains in the same place? “Paging Professor Goodstop. Professor Goodstop, please report to the subway.” LOL.
3. De La Savane
Or “Of The Savannah” in English. Doors make it easy to get both in and out, and escalators go up and down out of the ground. Savanne is also a wicked date spot – show up early to grab a piece of the curb, or “terrace” in French, and look out at the Decarie expressway, watching the world go by. Only in MTL!
Attention shoppers! This station spits you out in the centre of Montreal’s famous fashion district, featuring the city’s only Le Chateau clearance centre. Might want to cut that credit card in half before making a visit, if you know what we mean 😉 (wouldn’t want to spend too much money on it). Cha ching!
One time when the metro stopped at this station there was this total hottie in another train that pulled up and they looked over and smiled, but then the train left. MONTREALLLLLLL! #missedconnection #futuremate #mtl #plamondon #writing #blog #clickthrough #seo #typing
This has been an up and coming station for a while, but it’s totally trending right now. Having one of those days when you feel like transferring to a bus heading south down Cote-Sainte-Catherine? This station has you covered. More of a North person? Your in luck: it’s got that too.
Yo! MTL! Let’s just say this ISN’T your grandmother’s metro station. Want to take a walk on the wild side, like Lou Reed of the Velvet Revolver? Jump out here and put on your shades.
Not technically a metro “station,” as we’re pretty sure there is no entrance or exit, this stop is really wet and gives an awesome view of the “underground.” Bedrock strata? That’s SO Montreal!
The depanneur here is famous for a reason. Some of the city’s best gum, bottled water and cigarettes, all under one roof. Did somebody say iced tea? Yep, it was us. It was Chad.
What more can be said about this station that hasn’t been said before? Place-Saint-Henri metro station is hot and it knows it. You go, girl!
This station puts you in the heat of the action, near the Atwater Market location of Sushi Shop. There’s also a big ass tree trunk in there as art. How cool is that? Pro Tip: Groulx is pronounced “grulks.”
Or just “GV” here around the blog office. Georges Vanier is one of those mysterious characters from Montreal history. Who was he? Is he on any of the money? Who knows, but we do notice- he should be proud of this awesome station in his name. GVFTW.
This station really grows on you. At first, you might wonder what the big deal is, but a few days later you stop what you’re doing and think, “hey, great station!”
We will literally murder the next person who says anything bad about this station (yes, we looked up what literally means and are using it correctly this time).
When we looked up this station on the internet to find something to say about it, it said “A public corporation, the STM serves the mobility needs of the population by offering an efficient public transit system:” Now that’s what we’re talking about! Legit.
Wait -Mars? Don’t worry, it’s not THAT far away. And if you’re looking for one of Montreal’s totally authentic caricature artists, THIS is the place you need to exit. Take the time to walk around the boardwalk of Montreal Bay or whatever and check out all the other people in the know. You can thank us later.
If you think of the MTL metro system as, like, a giant spider, this would be the middle part of the spider’s center area. Green spider legs go the east and west ways, and the yellow, gimpy leg goes to the rave at Piknic Electronik.
Looking for a real Montreal “Subway” sandwich? Just exit at this station, cross one street west to Berri, then turn right. Head north past Malines St, keep going, you’ll see Rue Cherrier. Turn left and continue walking to St Denise, then just turn right and head north for a block, then another half block and look to your left. There it is: Subway Sandwiches.
This station is known for the strong, mysterious wind blowing through it all day and night. Is it the trains, compressing the tunnel air? OR might it be the breeze of passing souls, doomed to a phantasmal limbo, haunting the STM workers who without fear of reprisal, abused them based on their social status or language comprehension? Probably the trains. SO MTL!
With a new image, the classic Rosemont station maintains its essence: young, with smooth and delicate aromas. On the mouth, it shows fresh and vibrant.
Totally solid stop.
Boasts access to a historic Metro grocery store, and puts you a cronut’s throw from Little Italy. Think you know a better way to get “uptown”? Fuggedaboudit! (Fun fact: Jean-Talon means pants in french!)
Most people have never even heard of this totally punk, alternative station. Well, guess what? We’ve been going to this stop for years and are finally ready to let you in on the secret. Just don’t blame us if now it’s suddenly overrun with our fans at rush hour. Mad respect!
Yeeah baby! Does this stop make you horny!? Awww yeah! (Austin Powers)
Really, really good stop.
Get off at this great stop at the right time (nighttime) and you just might see some of the secret fireworks that happen on random nights at that amusement park across the river in America.
27. De La Concorde
Named after that super fast plane. What a bad ass name for a metro stop. You know? Zooooooom. Like, Concorde, man! Pssshhhhhhhhwww. Merrrrrrwwwww! It’s awesome, it’s French and it’s. . . totally Montreal!
Stories tell of a young man who was the only one to have ever made a return journey from this station. It’s said the figure who crawled out of the car that day wore the same clothes, but they were now dusty and ragged; a thin, long beard grew from his chin, his eyes opaque with cataracts. Before he collapsed and died, he pointed a gnarled fingernail towards the metro tunnel and, in a papery voice, repeated one word. “Eternity. Eternity. Eternity…”
This station was better when it still had a Cinnabon.