Paulo et Suzanne: the perfect after clubbing experience.

Rick @ my514.com – May 27, 2008

Located on Boulevard Gouin near Sacré Coeur Hospital (View Google Map ) Casse-Croute Paulo et Suzanne has been a landmark establishment for generations of people throughout the years. Although their logo has changed along with the ownership, and the menu has expanded with new meals such as “Le Sous Marin” and “Le Bagel BLT”, Paulo et Suzanne has held onto their core clientèle by offering their traditional poutine dish.

Knowing that i’ll receive many stern emails saying that there are far superior poutine’s on and off the island of Montreal, the thing that makes the Paulo et Suzanne poutine so special is the heart and the gravy. Naturally one might think that with good gravy comes a mild heart attack, however the heart that is present in serving a Paulo et Suzanne poutine has stayed the same since Paulo and Suzanne were the original owners. Many readers will remember their first time trying a poutine at the famous casse-croute on Gouin, and many of those people will state that the first time they tasted the warm gravy and cheese curds was at 4am upon returning from a night of intense partying.

Chanting drunken songs until the chef’s slam their fists in rage and drinking at least 5 cups of water to quench your dehydrated body is the typical pre-meal routine at an early Sunday morning poutine run at Paulo et Suzanne’s. I remember many times when the whole restauraunt (stuffed with people) would erupt in song and dance while either eating or waiting for their food.

Many people debate on the perfect meal after clubbing, some say it’s the crepe while others claim that a nice gyro will settle the hunger cramps. I say it’s the famous poutine because in all honesty nothing fills you up more than a pile of fries smothered in gravy and cheese curds especially when you’ve spent 90% of your energy dancing like a fool on top of a couch in a club. The feeling of joy when a plate of fresh poutine is placed in front of you is a feeling that can be equated to collapsing after running a marathon and/or jumping for joy after finding out that girl you hooked up with two weeks ago isn’t pregnant. I might be putting too much emphasis on this however I do live by what I say and I say that nothing beats the joy that you get from eating a Paulo et Suzanne poutine.

For those thinking I’m full of it or that I’m glorifying a meal that is nothing more than a “regular” plate of fries, I encourage you to go and have a seat on the terrace one evening after a long night of partying and order up a fresh poutine, drink a couple glasses of water and sing your favorite tune with a group of your drunken friends. You won’t be disappointed.

Sex Starved Clubber Gets Exposed

Lijan @ my514.com – May 27, 2008

I’m sitting at the bar with my good Friend Tenzin and his buddy Munoff when the Friday Night Camera-man, Murdock, comes up to us and asks “do you guys wanna see something funny?”.

Us, being the inquisitive souls that we are naturally said , ” sure!”

Murdock then took out his digital camera and prepped up the video warning us, “This is funny as hell, disturbing…very disturbing, but oh so funny”

Nothing could have prepared us for what we saw.

We were treated to 1 minute and 35 seconds of some white dude blissfully masturbating in one of the washroom stalls. Unfortunately for this sex starved individual, one of the bouncers broke into the stall and interrupted what ever imaginary sex was going on in his head and poignantly told him that he needed to get his pathetic ass out of the stall.

That’s what the video showed. After seeing this, however, I had to delve deeper into the story to see what would possess someone to spread his genetic material at a nightclub. I was not disappointed.

Apparently one of the bartenders noticed the dude doing some “weird shit” near the bar and wanted to get rid of him before he weirded out any of her patrons. So she went up to him and said “If you are going to do that stuff here either go home, or go to the washroom.”

Obviously he took her advice to heart and moved his sexcapades to the men’s room. After a while of beating off his shrivled manhood the bouncer designated to make sure that nobody was fighting, fucking, or doing crack, was told by the bartender that a weirdo left her bar to go to the washroom and to keep an eye out on him. When the dude went into the stall the bouncer got Murdock to go to the stall next to the one occupied by the pervert and discretely put his camera over to film. You can imagine the site of this if you were a dude minding his own business and you walked into the washroom with the bouncer and the camera guy acting as peeping toms to a perverted misfit. Finally, the scene came to its climax ( no pun intended) with the bouncer barging into the stall ordering the guy to get the fuck out. Seeing the poor dude’s embarrassment was too priceless. I was told later on by the dude handing out paper towles in the rest room that the bouncer made sure that the pervert washed his hands before he did anything else…much to the relief (and amusement) of the men coming to take a piss and seeing this spectacle of utter humiliation.