This casse-croute is an institution in its neck of the woods. You always see some hungover guy on the bus at 3 AM on a Saturday trying to munch down on their fries, contained in a small paper brown bag, drenched in ketchup, until he can't hold it down any longer and vomits it all over the back of the bus. Due to his previous intake of alcohol, however, the vomit is pretty liquid, and when the bus comes to a stop at a red light the watery vomit progresses towards your feet and designer handbag that you've decided can be put on the floor because it has metal nubs on the corners to keep the leather raised; vomit, of course, not anticipated. You smell that foul stench that we know all too well, and you look down in stupefaction and disgust. You pick up your bag in shock and dismay, and not knowing what else to do, you evacuate the bus two stops too soon and have to walk your way back home.
That being said, the fries aren't crispy, which is something I don't appreciate. I think they use Yukon Gold potatoes, because they have that distinctive taste and colour, but I can't know for sure.
Anyways, on this night two friends and I ordered a large poutine to share. The fries couldn't really hold up the sauce, the sauce tasted like it was replete with beef bouillon cubes, too salty, too heavy, too strong, but not bad. Portion is generous with fries, gravy, and sauce. Kind of a mushy mess, but still satisfying. I would (and always have) returned.
ADDRESS: 953, Decarie Boulevard, Montreal
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