Was in montreal for like two days and my assistant said she went here the night before and was apparently already addicted to their poutine so we came back and got some poutine. Guy said the kitchen was closed even though apparently it wasn't so the waitress brought us two orders of poutine, one regs, one with no cheese since I can't eat cheese. The waitress seemed delightfully horrified by this, but was a good sport. Ate said fries and drank some Molson Export like real people. I promoted my assistant when we got back which is unrelated but I told her it was because of the fries.