16 Clumsy And Shy. I Went To London Pub And Died.

Written by Esquire
July 27, 2011


London pub is located in what was once was considered the hood of Vancouver. Quite recently this area has cleaned up nicely, but it's not uncommon to see the odd day walker lurking about every now and then.  I quite enjoy places that at first glance appear seedy, but inside are actually clean and safe. Yes I am a poser, but a Hep/Hiv-free poser nonetheless. I have put in shifts at the LP several times now, and my ratio of getting Myrtle Beach drunk compare to remaining sober is a whopping 9:1. For snacks,  the poutine they serve could potentially feed a family of four. If you order this solo, you may as well be entering yourself in an eating challenge. I saw this man above unable to get through just half his bowl. I had no choice but to jump in and finish the rest in his honor. Looking back, I probably should have used a fork.

Note: I like it here can I stay. Do you have a vacancy, for a back scrubber? London Pub, Vancouver. [mp3j track="Half A Person.mp3"]  

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There’s Shredded Pork On These Fries. Living In A Poutine Paradise.

Written by Esquire
August 25, 2010

Chill Winston probably has the best patio in Gastown, so It's usually  the drinking and people watching that brings me there. One day while feeling rather peckish I stumbled upon this glorious creation: A poutine dish, topped with an aggressive amount of pulled pork. The fries they use have a nice width to them, almost like a tater. Either way a wonderful snack to have when drinking and sun tanning...while watching zombies walk by. That Main and Hastings intersection a ways down certainly acts as a magnet to those daywalkers. What could possibly be at that corner that draws them from all over? It's like Meca for the living dead.

Note: This is the song I listen to anytime I find myself in Gastown past midnight. The eerie synth sound in the beginning of the tune is fitting for these surroundings. Although, every time the lyrics start, an image of Michelle Pfeiffer in a leather jacket pops into my head. Weird.

Chill Winston. Gastown, Vancouver. Gangster's Paradise. [audio:Gangster's Paradise.mp3]

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Poutine And The Blowfish

Written by Esquire
June 5, 2009


It was a long evening after the Blue Jays game in Toronto. We were drunk, tired, and sweaty. We were in need of something equally as filthy. Hooker Harvey's was considered, but quickly ruled out as too filthy for what we were after. With me was a lady of French descent.  Her instinctive skills set us on a  quest for poutine. Poutine? I thought. Her slender physique would have had me think otherwise. Smoke's Poutinerie is a new spot that just opened up on Adelaide St. They have so many different poutine flavors, it's offensive. The dude in line behind us looked like Hootie from the Blowfish. My squinting eyes saw "Montreal Smoked Meat" on the chalk board. I proceeded. It was as delicious as it was gluttonous. I still can't tell if this was the best or worse eating decision of my career. It made me feel like how a lady of the night must feel after getting dropped back off at the Harvey's. I digress.

Smoke's Poutinerie. Toronto, ON.

Appies All The Time. Snack well, friend.