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| - Came here to meet some new friends. The place is small, but uses their space well. My friends had arrived earlier, and I found them easily. I sat down and the owner came over to greet me and get my drink order. I pointed to a beer that sat in front of everybody at the table. He smiled and rushed off. An order sheet was placed in front of me. A cool breeze blew in through the great open wall in the front of the place.
The thing was in french, and I did my best to figure out what stuff was. After a few minutes I had a sheet with some stuff checked off, not rightfully knowing what half of it was. The owner took it, and I also asked for a plate of fried pickles. I chatted with my friends, and occasionally got left behind when they would all switch over to French. Luckily, one of them would take a moment to pause the conversation and "subtitle" the conversation for me. They were all nice people.
My beer came over and it was huge and delicious. The pickles came out and they were also delicious. They were in spear format, which was kinda new. I've only had the chips before. But these were a bit spicey, and salty-briney also. Very tasty indeed.
The poutine came out, each person had an individual bowl placed in front of them. Each personalized by what they had checked off on their lists. Or in my case, what I had randomly checked off my list. It had to be eaten with a fork. Cheese, meats, veggies and french fires smothered in sauce blended magically. Delicious.
We chatted, ate, drank, and made merry for some time. But all good things must come to an end, and we called it after an hour or two.
Great place, friendly owner, good drinks, good Poutine. it's a keeper in my books.
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