Smoke's Poutinerie

smoke's I'm always up for filling in the blanks at the dark heart of my culinary map and when I heard there was a new restaurant serving up nothing but poutine, I was all over it like a giant lizard on Tokyo. So I packed my defibrillator, a few extra stomachs in the shape of some intrepid poutine eating friends and some antacids (ah the things I do for you dear BlogTO readers) and headed down to this budding spuds 'n' curds franchise to see if there was indeed any fire behind the rumours of first rate poutine in Hogtown. What I got was a lesson in yummy, greasy, salty, meaty, artery-clogging, deliciously gut-raping excess. Read more...