I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For Poutine
I think my poutine lasted all of 45 seconds. A picture of its last moments:
I’m guessing most people have never had poutine, so run, Run, RUN, do not walk, to Lung Shan in the next two hours. It was the best I’ve had in the US, and better than most I’ve had in Canada. Oh, Carlo, how the fries stay that crispy with all that gravy and gloriously delicious cheese I do not know. Such is the mystery of poutine specifically (and Montreal in general).
VSF Rice beats out MSF Rice yet again (sorry Allan). I could eat MSF cheesesteaks all night long — that one needs to make a return appearance. Excellent deserts, Amy — welcome to the city, look forward to your next MSF visit.
I did not mash up my beverages — they were consumed in linear order (not that there’s anything wrong with sake bombs, don’t get me wrong).
But I do love sake in a can. Oddly enough, that is something I never had when I lived Japan. God knows you can buy anything else from a vending machine there. (I am pretty sure I once saw a vending machine that sold smaller vending machines.)
Burrito Justice 
God dammit, I was gonna give the VSF a fair shake this time, but I arrived around 8:30 and it was already gone, along with the Jubelale. That said, OMG. Poutine was unbelievable, and I had to order a second cheesesteak.