For one day, I didn’t worry.
Happy birthday, dear Dad.
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.
And it wasn’t. Color me underwhelmed, poutine.
Poutine pictured above via Real Sports in Toronto.