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Despite not being one who eats much red meat, I was told over and over that, while in Montreal, I *needed* to get a smoked meat sandwich. And, if I was in the market for a sandwich, I needed to go to LGJ to have it. Okay and done.
The diner was easy enough to find and on a breezy Tuesday afternoon, wasn't very busy. I walked in and noticed the laid-back vibe of the place, stools at the bar and casual chit-chat permeating the air. This'll do. I made eye contact with the waitress and she told me to have a seat wherever I pleased. I took a stool at the window counter and began to look over the menu. It was a formality. I knew what I wanted: smoked meat sandwich, side of poutine and a Canadian beer. The waitress came by, I order, she smiled and told me 'good job' and put the order in. In no time at all, I had a pint of beer (a pilsner, I believe; Moosehead?) and was set to do some serious people watching. Not long after that, the sandwich arrived.
Oh boy. I might be in trouble.
As mentioned earlier, I don't eat much red meat and this sandwich was brimming with smoked, cured beef, rye bread and mustard. I think I got a lean cut, which most people would appreciate. I would rather* have eaten a medium cut. The fatty quality to the meat would have mixed up the task of eating so much meat. As it was, despite the mustard (my favorite condiment), the sandwich was pretty dry. Thank goodness for the poutine. Fries with cheese curds and gravy just.makes.sense. Having the dish in its native land makes it all the more better. I could have eaten a tray of the stuff but judging how tight my chest felt after lunch, it's probably a good idea that I didn't. I don't know whether it's the dish or the restaurant but I can't say that smoked meat's for me. I'm glad, though, that I tried it. Plus, you know, poutine. Mmm, poutine...
*'rathered' is terrible English.
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