Sadly leaving Montreal heading back home to Vancouver... I saw.... in the airport.... a St. Hubert BBQ. (Rotisserie my ass bill 101)
Anyway, I ordered a meal, and it was the same exact perfect salty chicken, fries and coleslaw that forms 26% of my DNA having grown up in Montreal. But the part that made me smile is that they give you a wee tub, and you go to the hot BBQ sauce dispenser and fill it. Oh and I filled it... then I dumped it on my chicken and then floated the fries in it.... then went back for more from the dispenser.
I won't lie... the thought crossed my mind to just put my mouth under the nozzle. But just for a second.
Oh how I miss thee St. Hubert.... Swiss Chalet out here in BC just doesn't measure up....