Although I don't plan on visiting sit-down restaurants anymore, I wanted to support small eateries if possible. On Tuesday, I visited a take-out spot on Montreal Rd called Kin Malebo. It was next to the strip mall containing Golden Crust Pizza. The server didn't speak any English and I had only high school French. But we finally agreed that I wanted 4 samoussa ($3.50/each). They were stuffed with beef and were closer to Sa'hara's sambusa than an Indian samosa. Unfortunately, they weren't that good as they lacked the speckled texture of the former and the fragrant flavour of the latter.
On Sunday, I returned to the same area to try the last of the 3 food trucks. Whereas the other two served tacos and falafel, Frys Guys was your classic chip wagon: burgers, hot dogs, and fries. The medium poutine ($8 all-in) was comparable to the Great Poutinerie with thick gravy and chewy curds. Good portion size and fairly cheap? Sounds good to me.
While I was waiting for my order, an older man noticed the zombie on the back of my Alex Lahey's band tee. No, I wasn't really into horror movies. Our conversation led to an astonishing story about his friend's cousin who has been "possessed" for 25 years. Over 40 exorcisms failed to cure her, leaving her to live an isolated life with her elderly parents. The friend was also a priest so his own visits were usually fraught and tense. I was silently bemused: don't we live in modern times with better diagnoses like mental illness or neurodivergence? But once he mentioned that this was in some remote place in Southern Quebec, a lightbulb went off. Outside of cosmopolitan Montreal, la belle province can be a bit stuck in the past.
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