You know that you are working towards something pretty special when constructing said thing involves combining deep fried chipped potato, squeaky salty cheese curds and a dark rich brown gravy. Poutine, when made to the traditional specifications as it is in Montreal, is an unapologetically unhealthy, carby, cheesy cheat day delight. On a recent vacation to Quebec, my partner and I co-consumed 2 family sized poutines; poutines intended to feed four hungry mouths. I wrote this haiku whilst in the grips of a terrible post poutine bloat.
Never again, no!
Will I eat so much, for sure,
I won’t eat again.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Montreal, 2016)