Last night was suppose to be the night of our first ever trapeze class. We were sooo jazzed. John wore some loose fitting cargos for the occasion and I decked out some serious jeggings. We booked a zip car, drove out to west-west-west Toronto, decided to stop in and register for our Scuba Diving classes while we were out there (another to-do on our list), and then found ourselves caught in Toronto gridlock.
Missing our trapeze class by 20 minutes, we decided to turn around, head back to the core, and drown our disappointment in a bowl of artery clogging, cheesy Poutini goodness.
Served by a friendly hipster fellow with a curly moustache, I ordered their teeny weeny sized container of “Layered Cheese Poutine.” John ordered their regular sized “Pulled Pork Poutine.”
Overall the poutines were good. Very good. But not amazing. Perhaps all the hype killed it for us (as hype so often does). The portions (at least on this night) seemed small. For the price (6.99 for my teeny weeny), I would have like to see my fries overflowing. They barely reached the top of the container. However, all that said, I’ll definitely come back and give them another whirl.
Things we enjoyed:
-High quality ingredients
-Poutines served in biodegradable containers with compostable cutlery
-Well seasoned gravy (mild and not too salty)
-Beastie Boys blaring overhead
-Gorgeous decor (stained wood, classy wallpaper, local artists on display)
-Tree stump chairs!
-The friendly hipster fellow with the curly moustach
(Trapezing will have to wait till next week).