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| - I admit, sometimes I can get down and eat the nastiest of the nasty... but this place shook my world (and my normally ironclad stomach), it was so bad.
We were caught in the middle of a crazy snowstorm and couldn't stray far from where we were staying. My boyfriend and I remembered there was a pizza joint around the corner... can't be too bad, right? WRONG.
Run down there and order poutine, some hot dogs, and a slice of pizza. They ring us up and we wait. And wait. Aaaaaannnndddd wait. Mind you - middle of a snowstorm, they're not exactly busy with customers.
Finally, I go over to the guy behind the counter and ask him what's taking so long. He looks up and realizes that he's actually supposed to be working! So he runs around, completes our order and even throws in a few free bottles of beer to make up for the wait... okay, cool.
Get back upstairs... the hot dogs weren't too bad, but pizza was cold and greasy beyond anything edible, and the poutine was downright frozen, mushy and disgusting. I actually puked, I was so grossed out... and I hardly ever puke.
Good thing we had those free beers to wash the vile taste down.
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