Poutine And The Blowfish

Written by Esquire


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.


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