Clogged arterial goodness

  I polished off this nasty Quebecois mess after some solid winter birding (check the bird blog) with Dance, at a place called Miami way east near the Big Owe.  Good lord and sucre tabarnac[sic] it was good. Fresh juice and a pot of coffee they leave on the table no less.  Hey hey!  Lookit me!  I take pictures of my food before eating it!  Then I talk about how good it was on the internet!  Fuckin weak, brah.