Salle Billard Chez Paul

My eyes light up when I see a joint like this. Brightly lit, old signs and photos, steady trickle of locals coming in and cracking wise with a father daughter duo behind the counter. I ordered The Special, bc you must always, and because The Special is a steamy with fries on it. Perfect hot dog steamé, perfect fries. My sister hesitated for a second, unsure what she felt like eating after a couple hours rock climbing, and the daughter smiled a halfways smile and said «we only do hot dogs and poutine.» I respect this simplicity most ardently. I’ll be back, count on it.