Stopped in to quell my poutine craving while giving my husband a place to catch the first quarter of the Buffalo Bills season opener so he'd not have anxiety over what happened until he got back to his dvr in NYS. I loved it immediately. The waitress that opened the door and sat us was genuine and funny. Our gravy, cheese curd, chicken over french fried heaven came quickly and ranks highly on my poutine scale (Yeah, I've got one). I had an Irish something or other (awesome drink, bad memory) and he had the Canadian beer that is hard to find in Canada (why is that, anyway?). We were out by half time and back for him to watch the second quarter where we were staying.