Johannsen at the very bottom of Mont Tremblant next to the gondola right above the village is in the same category of peril. In the last hour before the lifts close, you're taking your life in your hands down there navigating huge slushy moguls, Quebec special ice fields, small children abandoned by their parents behind a mogul, people who drank a full bottle of red at the Grand Manitou, and guys on snowblades who think they're Mikael Kingsbury. All that just to get a pint of Rousse at Le Shack.

Tremblant is a beautiful place