The boyfriend kept mentioning smoked meat the whole ride up to Montreal. I didn't know what he was blabbing about until we arrived here. There was a long line full of tourists waiting to get in. I peer in and say 'There is no way we're waiting just for this smoked meat'. The restaurant was small and crapped. I didn't have a problem with that, I loved the old deli style charm. It was just that line. The host/bouncer announces 'if you don't want to wait on line for table service, go next door and order take out'. And that's what we did!
The boyfriend ducks next door and I follow. There was a line, but it was quickly moving. I head to the back where there was a small seating area and grab 2 stools. 10 minutes later, he walks towards me, with a greasy brown paper bag and huge grin.
We tare into the bag, he ordered a smoked meat sandwich and a side of fries. The meat it self was tender and juicy, but I felt it needed something and slithered on some mustard from a nearby squeeze bottle. Fries were a little soggy but also crisp. We both agreed that it was good and continued stuffing our face.
So good, we decided to make a run days later to pick up another one for our train ride home.