Caplansky*s!

I finally got out to this mysterious and wonderous diner, and I'm so fucking esctatic because, can I just say, the tunes are incredible. We opted to sit indoors (I'm feeling a little under the weather) and I'm glad we did. The decor is awsome. The staff (so far) has been friendly and (relatively) tentative.

The menu radiates with deliciousness, and you can smell the smokedmeat/poutine all the way from the bike racks. I go for the smoked meat sandwich ( though the breakfast is so so tempting, we're coming back one hundred million...) and nat, the (allegedly) massive poutine.

The drinks came in cans (disapointment) but they have no. 9 on tap. Awesome.

How will this overtly Semitic deli stack up? Only time will tell!