There's no taste like home

So sometimes I'm really suprised at how familiar some things are here. Boston is only a 5 hour drive from Montreal, but I'm finding a lot of things here that I can't find in Boston. First is the obvious reappearance of the Queen on money, and then there have also been some familiar brands at the supermarket that I haven't seen in a while.

I was also happy to find Sleeman's Honey Brown on tap at the pub next door, a great Canadian beer you can't find in Boston. But last night took the cake. There are these little kabob vans that sit on the streets at night waiting for the bar crowd to get out, and there's one parked right across the street from our house (probably because of the pub next door).

But I was really excited to find that they had poutine (which of course he didn't call it), but it's a Quebec dish of fresh fries, cheese and hot gravy. This stuff is incredible when drunk, or alternatively when you have a horrible cold. I had it in New York last summer, but they hadn't got the gravy hot enough to melt the cheese. This guy served it piping hot - just right... Hussain's Van is so my new best friend.