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| - Alright, I've lived in Quebec for the past 6 years and have never touched a poutine. My first encounter with one was at a theatre, where my reaction to seeing a package of cheese curds unwrapped and dropped onto some anemic-looking fries, then slathered in pork or beef or mystery-meat fat, was a profound and audible "ew." I've avoided it like the plague since then, and berated those who dared suggest I try it myself.
Fast forward to last week: it's 3am on a Friday and I haven't eaten for hours. The restaurant my friends wanted to go to had an unacceptable line-up outside. This was the closet place nearby. We went.
I got a classic poutine with philly steak, checked off from a menu which lets you build your own dish. Rest assured, it was unbelievably tasty, and I cannot wait to come back for more! What had I been missing for the past 6 years?!
The reason for the 4 stars: while this was a poutine place, I was feeling slightly groggy and decided to order a latte. The lady didn't bother grinding beans on the spot, she instead flicked in whatever was left in the grinder from who knows how many hours past. She grabbed a thermos of milk already in the fridge and completely nuked it with the steamer, creating huge bubbles and no micro-foam. Scalded milk plus old espresso makes for one of the worst lattes I've ever had. Just stick to the poutines and you'll be fine.
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