first trip to belle-province for poutine this year.
it turns out that i need to only smile a wink a little (ok not wink), and the poutine man will not only open the sealed bag to throw in another portion, free of charge, but he’ll staple it up, making it safe for the pop-montreal post-show 3am ride home.
gonna start pulling out the smile more often. what’s next? more extra cheeeese on the poutine? perks of being ok cute.
