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| - Just arrived in Toronto, hungry and rumpled after another excruciating run-in with United Airways, I tucked in my shirttails and went down the Sheraton Centre Lobby bistro, BnB. I could not bring myself to have another $18 gourmet burger or chopped salad. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a single word emerged like a long lost memory "poutine". Fueled by 2 $10 Keith's IPA (tasty) I decided to strike out.
I took a quick, sweaty walk in the record heat and found myself at Smoke's Poutinerie. Tucked away on a nondescript street, Smokes has this weird 80's head banger lumberjack vibe. I liked it. Counter service, cooler of throw back fruity pops and a window into the kitchen where some young dudes were dunkin fries and spinning ladles. Felt good.
Staff was friendly (they are Canadian after all) and even asked if I was American. One had been to Florida, the other to Detroit.
I had the traditional frites with gravy and curds, topped with a scoop of chipotle pulled pork and a big side of sriracha and a cold black cherry pop. So THIS is what Poutine is all about. Yum! On the first fork, I told myself I would never finish it. A couple of minutes later, I was looking for more. Since they are open till 3 or 4 in the morning, I just might go get me some more later.
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