Me: I was told I should try the smoked meat while I was in Montreal…
Montreal native: I know a place.
Me: Last time you ‘knew a place’ we didn’t get home until one am.
Montreal native: This is different, how can you doubt me? (Says many sad sounding things in French that prpnably translate to, ‘the American will soon be dead.)
Me: I do not trust you at all.
Montreal native: Wonderful! To the subway!
(30 minutes later there is a plate the size of my torso in front of me, holding about three pounds of meat)
Me: Well this is how I die.
Montreal native: Oh, they forgot your poutine.
Me: Oh god…
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