My first poutine

Friends with ties to Canada have raved about poutine for-ev-er.

“What’s it all about?” I asked.

“Fries, gravy, cheese curds, OMG,” I was told.

Other than the ‘curds’ part, it didn’t sound much different from the fries with gravy and cheese I ate in diners with high school friends.

Poutine

And it wasn’t. Color me underwhelmed, poutine.

Poutine pictured above via Real Sports in Toronto.

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