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| - I was wearing a Moroccan hat, and then it disappeared, I was like, "where'd my Fez-go?" Well, it came here, to try some Poutine.
I don't see eye to eye with a lot of Toronto reviewers. Not on this place anyway. I'm spoiled by Quebec Poutine and English and Belgian Chips, maybe? I don't know.
I don't like writing negative reviews, and I'd never give a little family owned place less than a 3 unless I was forced to at gunpoint (which would be hot), but I so, so didn't enjoy the Poutine. It tasted nothing like Poutine from Quebec, which is fine if it's delicious anyway, but I found it bland and somewhat off. In fact I probably ate less than a quarter of it. And if you factor in that it wasn't cheap, you're left with a 3 star rating.
The fries themselves were just okay, gravy did not have that smooth taste I loved, and cheese curds weren't the perfect squeaky kind you find up in QC. You can get good Poutine outside Quebec (Allen St Poutine in Buffalo, and a few in Ottawa, and NYC even), but I've yet to find an excellent one in Toronto.
Also, while the decor is amazing (think: The Beatles and England) and the locale is fantastic (right in the heart of the Kensington outdoor Market, perfect for people watching), the wait time was so long that the unappealing final product was even more disappointing.
So unfortunately you won't be hearing me decree "Lesco to Fresco." However it is Leg Day so Legggoooo.
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