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| - every so often, there are some regrets in our lives - and a good friend never lets you live it down!!!
every so often, i would message my friend
me: Yo. Duck... in a can!!!
friend: biatch.
me: Duck... in a can!
friend: don't care!!!
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so the story goes:
my friend PB was in town, and we decided to show him some good eats in my old stomping ground (Montreal, how I miss your diverse food variety, and all the BYOB places, but not the bitterly cold winters).
Everyone in our group except PB and i ordered the Duck in a Can. For me it just seemed too much goodness that day (i wasn't feeling it).
he thought 'duck in a can' sounded "gross", so he ordered something else.
I had the Plogue a Champlain, which are little buckwheat pancakes topped with potatoes, cheese, bacon, maple syrup & foie gras. The maple syrup with the richness of the foie gras worked BEAUTIFULLY - i had no regrets about this dish. LOVED it.
My friend, however, turned into a jealous lover when the others got their food... If you've not been here before, they basically take duck, stuffed in the same can container with foie gras, cabbage, some broth and glaze (see other reviewers for complete description). They seal and then pressure cook the can when order, and then bring it to the table and open the can steaming right in front of you! Besides the entertainment value, the duck and foie gras tasts so rich... REAL rich, not Donald Trump-rich. it's truly decadent, fatty and buttery, and not for the faint of heart. But very very yummy.
of course PB tried a taste of it from one of the plates - and was in heaven.
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The rest of the week i had to hear all about how he wants to get Duck in a Can and bring it back to SF (unfortunately they seal the can right before cooking it, no preservatives in there so it's not meant to be stored for longer than a day or two). Moaning and bemoaning this elusive "Duck in a Can", my friend swore another trip back to Montreal was in his cards to attain this perfection of duck and foie.
it's his Achilles's heel, for every so often, i take a jab and know this scar, this unattained perfection, will invoke that jealous lover's quiet rage and soft sadness, and hopefully will provoke him a step closer to booking his next visit to beautiful Montreal.
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