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| - Ok, as a Stateside Southern boy from Georgia, I had never heard of poutine before visiting Montreal for the first time last week. I remember one of my colleagues described it this way, "Ok, dude, they take french fries and smother them in gravy..." I didn't bother listening the rest of the list of things piled up on this little (or big, as the case may be) mound of heaven. He had me at "gravy". Three days later, we managed to tear ourselves away from the conference to find Poutineville, which was reported to be the best place to indulge. I'm pleased to report it was. I opted for the crushed potatoes (for my stateside bretheren, that's fried home fries crushed and fried a second time), mozzarella, bacon, olives, and that beautiful brown poutine gravy goodness.
Long story short, I ate them with relish and spent the afternoon wallowing in a bittersweet mix of pleasure and regret. Don't think, just go and try for yourself. Remembering the experience while writing this report makes me want to take a nap, so if you'll excuse me....Zzzzzzzzzz.
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