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| - From some of the reviews, I get the impression that getting poutine here as a visitor is the sort of tourist experience that I would tell my friends who visit New York to never, ever indulge in. You know, waiting on a line to try a particular unhealthy locally beloved food item from a particular restaurant just because it's the "Thing" to do. We New Yorkers, as everyone knows, never fall for that kind of hype. Unless, of course, cro-nuts are involved...
ANYWAY, I did it. I walked way out of my way and then waited in a line in the cold to eat the most unhealthy meal of the year (so what if it was only halfway through January) in a horrifyingly short time. I smelled like frites and smoked meat all day and had a vague stomach ache. These are all GOOD THINGS, in case you were wondering.
I did it all because first of all, french fries -- sorry, *frites* -- are one of my favorite foods. Second, how can you not get poutine while you're in Canada? Is this the best poutine ever? I have no idea and don't really feel inclined to do the research. But the whole point of poutine is that it's immensely satisfying while you're eating it, consequences be damned, and I left Resto Banquise happy.
Oh yeah, get a small order.
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