This was the perfect spot for me when I was working until 10pm and commuting home across town. I'd drop by here with an appetite big enough to cause a disturbance in the Force, and just squeak in before the 11pm closing time (they've since extended those hours). I'd trundle in, covered in a disgusting layer of sweat from sprinting on my bike to make it in time.
Fish burger assiette, s'il-te-plait. Poutine, salade.
Meanwhile, you can watch a paltry staff of two fill all the orders in fascination in a tiny shoebox of a kitchen while you sit at the bar, contemplating life, and being baptized by the oily fumes wafting in your face.
Please don't ever change, Patati.