Did I say gastropod? (That's because I love
animals that poop on their heads.) I guess I meant
gastropub, which is a word I can't bear. Other stupidities you may encounter at
Linda Derschang's new establishment: hipsters, yuppies, crowds. One motherfucking amazing word that will lay you out flat:
poutine. Smith's poutine—fries, salty gravy,
cheese curds just kissed by the frying pan—may or may not be authentic, but I'm getting faint just wanting it. (
Smith,
332 15th Ave E,
709-1900.
Poutine until 11 pm, 21+.)