Very good, new-ish Portuguese chicken place across from poutine stalwart La Banquise on Rachel. Bright and attractive metal, wood and slate interior; a reassuring hum from the hulking ventilation ducts with the Herculean task of keeping this place from smelling like a fire pit. A mesmerizing whirl of chicken and smoke, slowly rotating over the heat. I watched a more senior staff member point out a small dab of salad dressing that had leaked onto a squeeze bottle, and it was quickly dabbed away with a towel. This level of care befits a serious chicken operation, although I agree with previous reviewers that nothing happens especially fast here.
I prefer their chicken to Romados (controversial I know) and to Piri Piri, but not by much. The fries are excellent, tossed with a cracked spice blend that includes fragrant coriander seed. You may wait a while after getting your food before settling at the cash, but no one looks askance if you start eating your fries in the checkout line.
I would have liked a self-serve water fountain and condiment dispensers; I did a sad job of tearing open little packets of Heinz ketchup with my greasy, greasy chicken fingers. But whatever, their food really is finger-lickin' good and it keeps me coming back for more.