My first poutine. Quite possibly, my last poutine.
Was vacationing in Montreal and this place was the nearest in walking distance that advertised serving poutine. The two hotdog meal with the bowl of poutine looked alright. We ordered 3 (1 each).
Hotdogs were sub-mediocre. I'd rather eat packaged hotdogs cooked on a skillet at home. That's not a good sign. The toppings on the hotdogs which included some pickled vegetables (a kind of saurkraut) was a bit funky. I recommend these only if you're either high or starving. Our excuse was the latter.
The poutine was also very blah. I didn't imagine the fries to be so soggy and burnt. And when they are in that condition, the gravy just helps form a mortar-like paste so that you have to dig and dig with your fork to break it all apart. Make a note of this: You cannot use that fork in your esophagus, so eat wisely. I have a feeling that if I ate any more of this stuff that a Cardiac surgeon would need to jab a fork into my aorta.
We came here because it was convenient, and we wanted to see what all the kids ate when on a budget. The expectations weren't very high, but we had a meal. It was, a meal. Plain and simple. I kind of didn't want to eat for the next day and I'm just thankful that I didn't order some of the more exotic abominations on the menu (such as that giant family-sized plate of poutine).
It's cheap, but you get what you pay for here. Poo-tine.