My first poutine (except for some home-made approximation made with Brooklyn-sourced cheese curds, rapidly-cooling takeaway fries and underwhelming instant gravy) was super. We queued for 30 mins on a cold Sunday afternoon (you always queue apparently) but seating was democratic and well-managed. They do 20 plus types of poutine, and most are a riff on the original, plus add-ons. I had a Savoyarde with bacon, onions, emmenthal and creme fraiche, my wife decorated hers with merguez, and another companion had a less successful iteration bedecked with breaded chicken bits. Portions are generous, they split the bill per diner in advance (student tourists must be a significant client base), and it's cheerful. You can't pay with foreign cards so bring cash.