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| - This was, quite possibly, the most (stereotypically) Canandian thing I have ever done in my life. It had to be done. It was beautiful. It called out to be done, and I was powerless to the siren's song.
That song, of course, is the sound of a steamé and a big plate of poutine. For the uninitiated (as I was) a steamé (pronounced steam-ee) is what it sounds like: a steamed food. Specifically, a steamed hot dog. For more learning on the subject, Wikipedia has a fascinating entry about the Montreal Hot Dog, which actually mentions this restaurant by name. The long and short of it is that they're steamed, typically pretty small, and pretty inexpensive. And also awesome. Get it all-dressed (mustard, onion, and finely chopped cabbage slaw) or you can opt for one of several other toppings with sauce. I seem to recall an Italian style with a tomato sauce, or Michigan-style, with a meat sauce.
The other siren's song that called even more strongly, was of course, poutine. Oh, poutine. you delightful Canadian delicacy. This wasn't fancy stuff, this wasn't artisan, this was good ol' fashioned late night poutine that hits the spot. Hits. The. Spot. It was well after midnight, and I had just come from and amazing Halloween party, and this was precisely what I wanted. Fries. Cheese. Gravy. Satisfaction.
There are a few other options. Get your hot dog toasted, order a burger, grab some regular fries. Or bundle things in a combo. It's not fancy inside, and what the fellas running the place lacked in overt friendliness, they made up for in proficiency. You get your food quick. Be aware that it's cash only, which makes for an even more Canadian experience, as you can walk in, order a steamé, toss the dude a toonie, and satisfy your belly (drunk or not) with a uniquely Montreal food.
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