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| - There are four reasons why I ate at Smoke's tonight.
1. I saw a missed connection at another poutinerie.
2. It was Thanksgiving in the States and I thought eating gravy on potatoes was a nice way to acknowledge that I was celebrating in Canada.
3. It was around the corner from Metro Hall, where I was doing research tonight.
4. I've been meaning to eat here for a while and I enjoy partaking in Canadian culture.
Are those the best reasons? Maybe. Either way, I learned that I can't really stomach poutine more than once a year and avoid Adelaide and John for a reason. There's nothing in the area and I had to listen to really annoying young Bay St. types diss everyone and everything, including my "oxymoronic" vegetarian poutine and living on Harbord St.
The place is small and can seat about maybe twenty people tops. The menu is varied and has vegetarian options, which gets big ups, and there are two sizes. I am warning you not to get the regular size. It is simply too much food. It's what you get when you are drunk and your friend is drunk and you are both hungry. Stick with the small size, save money, or splurge on a Pop Shoppe beverage (another Canuck invention) or an extra topping that costs a dollar.
I can't say Smoke's has particularly fast service, but then again, it's not called Speedy's. And you don't really need service at a poutinerie. The service is good, though, and I found everyone friendly.
As for my food, it was filling. I am not sure if poutine can ever be "Amazing!" because I didn't grow up in Canada and don't have standards for it. My traditional veggie was good but I chose to douse it with spicy sauce. It's a natural reflex and I learned my lesson: Canadian food shouldn't be spicy. And I don't like cheese curds.
I have mixed feelings on the kitsch decor but my only complaint is that the place is SO COLD. As in freezing. As in I couldn't eat my poutine after a while because everything was frozen.
I'd go back in a drunken stupor.
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