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| - I love this place. I feel genetically at home here like I was a happy go lucky bilingual blues loving smoked meat sweating biker in another life (or it's possible that describes me now.) I am a sucker for the old wood and wagon wheel lights, the stage that pushes up against the tables, the counter where you order what is in fact the best smoked meat on or around the island, the pickles, the perfect fries, the friendly staff - I especially love that moment when they call your name to bring you your food, and if you don't hear it the first time the whole joint starts yelling your name. Ah, the sweet hollar of belonging. Old school cokes in bottles, latkes and massive beef ribs, roast beef specials piled high with potatoes and gravy, tables outside next to a dairy queen, lord I could go on counting the ways in which this place is good for my little Montreal soul.
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