The place hangs its Canadian hat on one of those huge burger challenges where if you eat it in an hour without barfing you get a free turtle, blah, blah, blah. I did one of those once. But they also have fries so yippie!. The decor is lodgey.
With lots of dead (Canadian?) animals on the walls.
I expected poutine but I'm not a huge fan of it (too much going on that hides the fry experience) so I ordered a regular batch for appraisal. They always say "Hand Cut". Who's working at these places- Edward Scissorhands? Also sweet potato fries =yuck.
While we waited, the Grunion gazed wistfully upon the boulevard and pined for his younger days as a wandering blues man. Strumming out the pain of generations of migrant Pokemon hunters scarred by the battles they waged and the rare ones that got away.
$2.99 for this.
Real potatoes cut up and fried. Couldn't tell if they were blanched first, but I doubt it. Good though. Not many limp ones.
All things considered, definitely a great fry experience for downtown Memphis. Big dead moose head says DO IT.
But don't do this.