An Ode to Poutine

Perhaps the most disgusting, and paradoxically the most delicious, thing to ever come from Canada is poutine. French fries topped with gravy and cheese curds. It apparently came from Quebec in the 1950s and has since become the official comfort food of Canada.

I first came across poutine during the summer of 2006 while I was in St. Catherines, Ontario. I first had a plate of it while playing pool with Chris O’Brien, while at the same time we probably annoyed the crap out of Megan, the cute waitress who was trying to close the place up for the night. After that first taste I was hooked and my cardiovascular health immediately took a dive. I soon discovered that this stuff was everywhere. Even McDonalds had it on the menu. And, yes, I did order some from there. And I however was not the only one who was captivated by this delightfully disgusting dish. Legend has it, Micah Boyd ate some not too long before winning the straight four event at Canadian Henley that week.

It has been two years, and I almost forgot about poutine until lunch today. I was walking down Main Street checking out the stuff at the arts festival and decided to stop into Kildares. They had changed the menu since my last visit, and what was it do you suppose I saw written on there? Why yes, Virginia, it was none other than that crazy Canadian culinary coronary, poutine! And yes I ordered it. And yes it was so disgusting and yet so delicious at the same time.

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