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Mmmm.... I love poutine. And it's not easy to find in the US. But we were saving our appetites for Dinosaur BBQ that evening, so sadly, we didn't get any.
(And we certainly weren't going to try their lobster roll...)
Our poutine kitchen, open for business.
Left to right:
Zane from Suspended Animation, a neighbouring camp, waiting for a dish.
Brandt, running the fryer for the night (barely visible)
Rayncloud
Nutella
Robin
Burning Man 2010
I've been craving for a decent poutine here in Manitoba for almost a year now. I've tried many various places, New York Fries, A&W and various sit down restaurants throughout Manitoba. NONE of them have came anywhere close to a poutine that's found in Quebec City.
I had the munchies for poutine today, so I tried out the poutine from Burger King. I generally don't mind Burger King, I do love a good flame broiled whopper.
How was the poutine? If you're not that hungry, then this poutine is for you. Compared to poutines at New York Fries or most other places I've visited to, this poutine would be concidered a small (or by Chez Ashton in Quebec City.. une bébé poutine). The fries are the usual Burger King fries.. the fries that werent covered in the gravy sauce were cold and obviously have been sitting out for a while. But the fries that were IN the gravy sauce.. they were soggy and burn your mouth. The gravy has a very soupy salty taste to it that's very comparable to A&W's poutine gravy.. not good what-so-ever.. it tastes like that the fries and cheese is just SWIMMING in an almost-chicken noodle soup-like meal. The curds.. were very cheddary compared to the usual cheese curd... but you know what.. for once.. a restaurant is actually using curds instead of shredded cheese! They didn't have the "fresh squeak" sound to it like in Quebec or if you buy curds in the grocery store.. but I'm glad they used curds none-the-less. However, the curds were mostly melted to the point that it was one pile of cheesy gooey mess already. Part of the fun in eating a poutine is biting into the squeaky cheese!
While Burger King's poutine is slightly better than A&W's, but not by much, it's not a poutine I will ever buy again. Here in Manitoba, the best poutine I have ever had is from New York Fries.. pretty sad huh?
For those here in Manitoba who want to try making their own homemade poutine, many grocery stores across the province (including Sobeys, Giant Tiger and Safeway) sell fresh cheese curds from local cheese company Bothwell Cheese. I have used their curds for a homemade poutine before, and it's always a delight! You can even order them online here
Authentic poutine gravy from a supermarket in Edmunston, New Brunswick, labeled in English on one side, French on the other.
After our hearty breakfast, we decided we needed a hearty lunch. We walked around Mont Royal with the eventual goal of having lunch at La Banquise, allegedly the best poutine spot in Montreal.
Makayla had a grilled cheese, Leanne had the Classic ("Why would you want to mess with perfection?"), Jasen had the Galvaude, Heather had the Mart! All were different, and all were fabulous!
Montreal's most famous meal. French fries, gravy and cheese.
Shot with an expired 400 ISO C-41 colour film with a Minolta X-700 at 200 ISO. Processed in Ilfosol 3 6.5 minutes at 20C. Digitised using a Nikon S8100 on macro setting.
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Foie Gras Poutine
French fries, foie gras. ($23)
Au Pied de Cochon Montréal, Canada
(August 7, 2012)
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For a birthday surprise, Steve and I head up to Wisconsin, hitting Oshkosh, Wausau, and Milwaukee. We skied, ate, drove, and drank. (Not all at the same time.) It was a great escape! And finished it off with the Super Bowl. If only the 49'ers had won... happy birthday, love.
It has been quite some time since my last trip to Montreal. I miss poutine. Here's my take on poutine.
French fries + gravy + cheese = heaven. I'm in love with Poutine.
La Banquise, Montreal, Quebec.
6.25.08
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Rue Duluth O., entre Saint-Laurent et Clark, Montréal, 4 juillet 2016.
Crispy French fries doused in gravy and cheese curds on top. The curds kind of melt and become a little stringy. The fries are pretty good, but tend to get a bit soggy in the bottom in the gravy. A large size is $5 (shown here). The cheese curds hardly have any flavour. In my humble opinion--and I'm a french fry guy since my teenage years having worked in a french fry factory supplying the chip stands in Fryslan--the dish would be much better with a fine Canadian cheese like the Oka Classic or a runny, smelly French one!
My first of many poutines up in Tremblant, at Restaurant Le Shack. The poutine was excellent, the burger with goat cheese wasn't as good as it should have been.
It was xmas eve. We had not had lunch when we should have. I was getting cranky and it was sleeting and everything was either closed or not serving food. And then! A sign for poutine appeared up ahead. It is possible that I skipped across the street calling out, "poutine! I'm coming to you!" It was delicious.
The story about the kitten:
We did not go to Canada to get a kitten. we go there every year. We have a cottage in Quebec that has been in Amy's family for about 100 years. No, neither she nor her family are Canadian. It's a long story. Anyway, about seventeen years ago a pregnant stray cat wandered onto the porch. Amy named her Quill and we took her home, where she proceeded to have eight kittens as soon as we got there. We gave the surviving kittens away to good homes and Quill lived a long, healthy life until about a year and a half ago when we had to put her down.
This past year my cat, Jasper, died at the age of about 18. For the first time in a long time, we had no cats in the house. We decided we'd start looking for a cat when we returned from our annual vacation in Canada.
Amy and Seamus drove up a week ahead of me and one night, while they were trying to sleep, they heard meowing from under the porch where they found a tiny grey and white kitten. While there are a lot of stray cats on the ridge, this was the first time in seventeen years one had wandered up to the porch and meowed.
Amy asked around and found that she belonged to the woman, Beverly, who runs the local general store. This kitten was the daughter of a stray that she had been taking care of and she asked Amy if she wanted to keep it. Amy called me to discuss it and after hearing the story I gave an immediate and enthusiastic "Yes!"
Long story short, we got her her shots and paperwork, named her Iris, and she returned to America, to home, with me yesterday.
She was born on May 1st, which is also Seamus' birthday.
Our first time in Canada without cats, shortly before we planned to look for a new cat, a cat, the first cat since Quill, wanders up to the porch and announced her presence. A cat born on our son's birthday,
Those with a spiritual bent might say this was all meant to happen, that this is some sort of divine gift. Those of us who don't think that way would say it's all just a bunch of cool coincidences. No matter which way you think one thing is certain: Kitty!