This place has POUTINE. For those of you who have never had this drunken Quebec delight--cheese curds, gravy, and french fries. Glllrrrrbbbl.
Also, the shrimp and egg sandwich comes on a massive roll with shrimp for days. The people who work here are all from Quebec I believe, and the kid at the register makes me chortle like a Swedish schoolboy every time I'm here.
The food is bonzer but can be a little pricey if you're not careful. The desserts are ALL good (try the 'beaver balls' or whatever they are called) and the prices on those are low.
They have a couch you can sit on and Ikea furniture that bows under the weight of my apparently massive body. The walls are bland and poorly decorated but they have a fireplace (lol...) inside here. On the mantle lie a few books and games that are related to the family's local and ancestral roots.
My only regret is that it's not open late at all, considering Poutine is the greatest drunk food of all time.