The US is just getting the whole poutine thing. So this place was my first exposure to that magnificent, patently Canadian stew of potatoes and gravy. That being said it's just like your first slice of pizza ever. It's flavor will always remain wondrous in the warm corners of your memory, but upon a follow up visit years later and many permutations of poutine later I'm left wondering what I liked about this place. The place is dirty, staff is just trying to get through the day, and the food may have seemed unique in its own time, but that bird has flown. Those were the days.