Smoke's poutinerie came recommended by various Canadians as a good place to go to have a traditional dish, so we went on my first night in Toronto. It was a mistake for a couple of reasons; one, we were not drunk and it was not one in the morning (when I imagine this place would shine), and two, I didn't feel so hot before I ate the fries/gravy/cheese curd/italian sausage brick so I definitely wasn't feeling too great by the time I ate half and gave up. I can see the appeal of the concept, but being born and raised in Southern California give me carne asada fries any day.