After being in Montreal for almost 2 years, I was confident that I had experienced every Montreal venue worth experiencing. From grand theatres with horrible air circulation to gravel pits under graffiti-ridden bridges, if music could be played there I assumed I had had their stamp on my wrist at some point. Though, as I stand here in a living room on Saint Urbain, beer and earplugs in hand (both cost $5), I realize that was stupid. From the outside, mai/son is your average Mile End townhouse.