Oh, poutine, I wish I could quit you. It's a bad habit, though with the price of cigarettes these days, dare I say cheaper (and more delicious) than smoking.
This is the "blue chip truck" in front of Nathan Phillips Square. I had been told by several people that this may well be the best poutine in Toronto. They weren't kidding.
Curds. Lots of 'em. And the gravy was a little salty, but not unbearable. I'd use the word 'delish.' One of the guys working in the truck the day I sampled the deliciousness was speaking French, and at a poutinerie (of sorts) that's a good sign.
I wish they'd make a road trip so I don't have to come all the way to Ontario for it.