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| - I have discovered my newest addiction/sin, and it is poutine. French fries, gravy and cheese curds comprise the base of a poutine, but quality establishments can raise this basic variety into an art form.
Montreal Poutine does just this.
This wonderful eatery has two different seating areas: one indoors, which looks a bit like a rough-and-ready chip shop type place - somewhere to grab a mess of business to go and walk about the International Quarter. A few steps away, however, is a dreamy outdoor courtyard sheltered on all sides by green leafy branches, with just the right amount of glorious sunlight illuminating the wooden tables, the miniature gardens and water fountains, where one can feast in arborial splendor.
Montreal Poutine sells more than just the Canadian delicacy, to be sure - their flatbread pizzas are tasty as well, but I was here for the glory, and the glory I would have.
I got no further than the section titled "LE SMOKED MEAT", and my choice was made.
Sheer joy:
- Gravy perfection
- Gooey, melted cheese curds.
- Fries crispy where they remain untouched by the delicious brown
- cubelets of what can only be affectionately dubbed "Le Smoked Meat"
Mother of pearl, this was a wonderful meal - with a couple large pints of Sleeman Lager (another uniquely Canadian treat), I could easily have passed into the next world satisfied with my experience.
Overly effusive? Perhaps. But am I a fan of this place? Of that there is little doubt, I trust.
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