I rolled deep to this joint with 12 people, only to find a line that was longer than the welfare line in Michigan. Considering all the fat American's lining up outside, I knew this must be good. I've actually eaten here once before, but it was the last stop on my Montreal '07 eating tour, so although it was good, it was also the first thing out when I went home to vomit.
I skipped breakfast, skipped the restaurant line, and went straight to the take out line next door. Same food, minimal wait. MAN - this was so good I could have rubbed the warm smoked meat all over my body and not even be embarrassed.
I ate only one sandwich so I didn't get too full, and thus savor the fine memories of juicy meat satisfaction. Mmmm...smoked.