CHIP TRUCK #1

Due to the massive increase in readers of this here blog by cottage goers of Northern Ontario I have decided to periodically (and by periodically I mean once a year, or probably never again) "write" about Northern Ontario hot spots Aka Chip Trucks. I've been all over the world, and yes there are chippies in England (mostly disgusting), but I have never come across the chip truck quality of our fabulous and most beautiful and friendly province of Ontario (Yes, I like Canada, and Canadians... A lot). I have been visiting Northern Ontario (much like the country side of Finland or Sweden I have come to learn) my entire life. Growing up with a single mum whose sole obsession was to tuck herself and her two psychopathic angelic blond little boys away in a rented cottage somewhere up there every summer I came to love everything about the place. My mother would research cottages all winter, and work her shit job while suffering from a debilitating disease (that she would eventually be cured of by a "test run" medication.. Thank god) to afford the cheddar so her boys could shit in lakes and force the other to watch with a snorkel and mask ("it looks like birth"), kill fish, hail mary frogs into the lake, get sun burned, make smores, eat grilled cheese, , fight, etc. I've never had the slightest urge to vacation anywhere else. Two years ago, after 20 years of renting, she was able to buy her own with the support of her washed up actor son with savings, and her other working man carpenter kid. In the two years of part owning paradise I've been there only 3 times, but knowing that she now has her own place feels pretty swell. This past weekend while fighting a sinus infection I had a vacation with two of my closest friends. It was great.

Annnnnnyyyyways.... The point of this post.... If any of you wonderful people are ever cruising up in your china town rental car along Davis Drive about to pull onto HWY 48 NORTH, and you DON'T stop at this family run school bus turned chip truck who make their own fries, deep fry mushrooms and make the best poutine outside of Quebec (thats not some whack ass poutine speciality Queen West hipster spot)... You are sorely missing a taste explosion. Also we ate hot dogs and their sausages. We had little time to explore the menu, which was nothing out of the ordinary, but that's the point of the chip truck, right? ... Sticking to the classics. Foot longs, Peameal on a bun, home made chili.. WHATEVER!

Oh and their "OUT HOUSE" smells like "Vanilla" and Hilary "didn't even wanna leave" after pissing in it. A serious plus, no?

COTTAGE COUNTRY FOR LIFE! TOM CRUISE KNOWS WATH UP!

I'll be real with you for a second, and tell you that I know full well no one gives a shit about this post except my Grandma - but I don't care! Hi Marion! You should eat there! Bye XO