ALL POUTINE, ALL THE TIME!
This all-night, artery-clogging joint was a gawdsend at 4am when my friends and I left the bar to soak up the alcohol we had ingested. That extra hour of drinking provided a good excuse for me to partake in a large plate full of cheese, starch and not-too salty gravy, no matter how unhealthy it might have been.
The menu was full with many, many choices, but I settled on the Poutine Bacon that cost $7.
The place was packed and loud, and I'm impressed that the servers did not lose their cool. To be working when the nearby bars are letting out drunk, obnoxious people must be a pain in the ass. I hope they get tipped very well.