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Blackstrap was thisclose to getting five stars from me, all but for an extra pinch of salt.
On the recommendation of several Montreal Yelpers (wise, hip and above average in looks, the whole lot of them), I journeyed to the somewhat depressing area of Verdun to seek out this "burnt ends" poutine I'd heard about. Walking from the subway, the neighborhood seemed a little shabby and down at the heels but the folks on the street seemed to be full of life so I figured I was in for a treat.
And boy was I! Walking into Blackstrap, the smell of BBQ meat is strong. My mouth watered as I waited to place my order. After ordering, I sat on a stool and watched the masters behind the counter prepare the orders. As I was watching the guy prepare what turned out to be my order, I saw him add some salt and then toss the frites. He then almost started to put the rest of the stuff on, but decided to add another pinch of salt.
I thought nothing of it and when he called my name, the glistening tray of fries, curds, gravy and burnt ends looked divine. It was a nice night so I sat at a table on the sidewalk and enjoyed the envious glances of passerby as they looked longingly at my poutine.
In short, it was delicious. I mean- oh my gosh, this is so good- delicious. About half way through eating it, the salt really started to add up. Now, I'm pro-salt but it started to overpower the gravy and I can't help but think if he hadn't thrown that extra toss of salt in, this would have been perfection in a steel dish.
But that's a minor nitpick on my part. The poutine was amazing and it was my second favorite I had during my Montreal poutine crawl.
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