Must. Stop. Eating. Poutine.



How could we not love a food served in small cardboard boxes?


I never in a million years dreamed that I would like poutine. I'm not a big potato person. I used to be. I craved them insanely when I was pregnant with my son and think I got my lifetime fill of them then. So when we saw poutine on some travel/cooking show, I shrugged. I could skip it. But my husband couldn't wait to try it once we got to Canada. So we did.

We walked down to Smoke's Poutinerie that had been recommended by other people. I ordered a small traditional. My husband wisely asked the counter girl what she recommended and ordered the Triple Pork.

What is poutine? you ask. It's french fries topped with brown gravy and cheese curds. That's the basic. All the rest of the toppings are gravy extra.

It was out of this world!!!

The Triple Pork was far better than the Traditional platter. It had bacon, ham, and sausage. The cheese curds in both are delicious. They're like mozzarella balls, but with flavor.

After Smoke's, we saw Guinness poutine on the menu at a pub and thought we'd share a batch over a beer. It was not nearly as good as Smoke's. (No, Smoke's is not paying me to say this.)

Not satisfied with the appetizer plate of Guinness poutine we had, we went in search of more food and ended up at -- Smoke's. This time we got Country Style with mushrooms, onions and chicken.

So, in 24 hours, we had four servings of poutine.

Must. Stop. Eating. Poutine.