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 | 	- Tables were tightly packed. Noise level rose as the few aisles of the front room filled with people waiting for tables in the supposedly spacious back room, so it wasn't until after we'd missed our movie and were walking back to the car that I could ask how my partner's burrito was.
"It wasn't a burrito, it was a wrap with bland chicken and something else, but I'm not sure what that something was. Usually grilled chicken burrito means the chicken is grilled, not the burrito."
I had ordered the Lamb Sausage Poutine, but what came was not the creative take on a classic I was expecting. The merguez and brie were fine, but just sprinkled on top, out of place, unintegrated. It was like a random combination of foods in one container. After the top layer was gone, I was left eating generic gravy-soaked squishiness.
Yes, I said container, not dish. When one's food comes in a checkered paper lined basket, one expects it to come quickly. My mistake.
Bonus: We came home stinking of grease.
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