There are four food groups in Quebec, but they’re a little different from the ones you learned about in school. They consist, in order of importance, of: fries, cheese curds, gravy and Pepsi. Yeah, poutine is pretty much unavoidable here. Even our McDonalds’ serve it. Since I’ve entered this world, I’ve indulged in countless of these babies. They’re delicious at all times; so delicious that New Jersey decided to rip us off and “invent” Disco Fries. Bastards.
Hiba has lived here for two years. The other day, she randomly admitted to me that she’d still never had poutine. I couldn’t believe it. I asked her why and she said, “Because it looks like a heart attack.” Um, yeah, it does look like a heart attack, but does that mean you shouldn’t eat it? No. So in addition to inviting Hiba to her first concert, I decided to take her for her first poutine. Our destination? La Banquise.
She seemed pretty excited when I met up with her. She said that regardless of how it looks, she’d heard good things about poutine and more importantly, she was hungry. La Banquise can pretty much do no wrong in terms of fries, gravy and cheese, but I still wondered if she’d actually like it.
I assumed she’d play it safe and go for the original kind, but she took a walk on the wild side and opted for the Frank Poutine (I think). It has sausage in it.
I got my usual, the Mexican. It comes with tomatoes, olives and what appear to be bananas but are actually hot peps. OMG, my mouth is watering right now.
But the question remains: did she actually like it? She loved it! She called it greasy but amazing. Then she said she couldn’t wait to get drunk and have some. I’m so proud of her; it totally tastes better when you’re drunk.
There are only so many photos you can take of yourself happily eating poutine but here’s one for the road. And yes, we’re both completely incapable of making different facial expressions.
MMMM, so good!