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| - I used to come here during the partying days of my (slowly evaporating) youth. We would go out to a bad club, crash at our friend's place in Rosedale (who has what is undoubtedly the most comfortable pullout couch in all the world) and wake up around 2pm with slow-cooked meat on the brain. Disgusting, I know, but it meant almost weekly trips down the street to the sweet shady back patio of Black Camel for their fantastic BBQ sammies, which really is a beautiful thing.
Last week after a night out with my friend visiting from Kentucky, I awoke at 2pm with a BBQ craving and thought back to this place. The patio is no longer there, but the sammies were as good as I remembered.
I got the PULLED PORK w/ onions, peppers, BBQ sauce and chipotle mayo (the mayo is a must, otherwise things do end up just a bit dry).
My friend got the BEEF BRISKET w/ mushrooms, onions, BBQ sauce and charamoula mayo. I have no idea what that charamoula shiz is but I imagine it is good, because a look of pure bliss crossed my bud's face when he dove in.
Buddy recently told me he can't wait to come back to Toronto to get another sandwhich at Black Camel. Yup. The MAN FROM KENTUCKY wants to come back to TORONTO for BBQ. That good.
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