Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario threatened to be the midpoint of a pretty dismal road trip around Lake Michigan, eats-wise. The Freakin’ Korican and I were hightailing it back to the border, away from this grim half abandoned little town as fast as possible, when from afar we noticed this:
Hoping a good greasy breakfast would be ipecac for the overpriced, underwhelming tourist food we’d been choking down, we pulled up and were surprised by this:
The plot thickened. Inside we found a pair of customers putting away plates of bacon and eggs at the counter, an adjoining room filled with PCs in various states of disassembly, and far off in a back kitchen a lone figure toiling over a stove. The real surprises were on the photocopied lunch and dinner menu. Besides breakfast served all day and standard Amer--er, Canadian style sandwiches, it featured plates of beef, chicken, lamb, goat, or oxtails in curry or jerk sauce, served on rice or roti. For the next 45 minutes the gentle, smiling owner, name of Jean, prepared our order entirely from scratch and gave us the lowdown on how she came to be cooking powerfully good homestyle Caribbean-type food in a century old former lunch counter/barbershop in a city largely populated by Anglos and Native Americans. Born in Guyana (hence “South American Dishes”) of Indian descent, Jean and family relocated from Toronto last September to escape the big city where she worked for a catering operation. Tired of others taking credit for her good work, she decided to open her own place. The long wait for lunch was in no way tiresome due to her engaging personality and the pleasing dissociation of listening to her Indo-Guyanese accent heavily peppered by the distinctly Canadian “Eh?”
First, Jean griddled up this fried bread from chickpea flour stuffed with curried chickpeas and potatoes:
Next, came rich and spicy beef, carrots, and potatoes in curry:
And tender, fatty goat in jerk sauce.
Most of Jean’s customers come from the neighboring steel mill, and order take-out on the way home, sometimes phoning in as early as six am to give time for the oxtails to cook. Business is good, probably because she understands the culinary limitations of her town. She told a story of one evening not long ago, when she couldn’t bear another day without a taco. She and her husband jumped in the car and made a run for the border—to the Taco Bell on the Michigan side. One bite was all it took. She discarded vile thing and vowed to introduce a full line of tacos at J&D’s Internet Café. I look forward to trying them out next time I make a run for the border.
J&D’s Internet Café, a.k.a. Mike’s Lunch
129 Gore St.
Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada
705-942-4527
photos by the Freakin’ Korican
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