Duck in a Can Redux

Back from another lovely weekend in Montreal. I do enjoy that town. This time it was smoked meat instead of Duck in a Can. But, proving that the power of Duck in a Can is Supreme, I found myself inexorably drawn back to the spot, recognizing that I was three blocks away even though the only time I had ever been to the restaurant was on a summer night, and this was a winter noon.

Resistance is futile.