Often I have lovingly spoken about Poutine. A peculiar Montreal invention of fries with cheese curds and hot poultry or beef gravy poured on top. The gravy melts the cheese which becomes stringy, a little like mozzarella and coats the fries in a very satisfying way. The gravy is very strong and flavourful, a little on your jacket still very potent the next morning, which is apt because that is usually when you realise you've eaten it; after a night of drinking. There is nothing that fills the beer- induced hunger hole quite as well as poutine. Our local poutine shop: Fritz, is busiest after 12am on a Friday or Saturday when hoards of drunken revellers descend to eat this marvellous food. "Meeeediuum pouuuutinnnnne", Laaarge pouuuuutinne......"calls out the owner, probably knowing that the alcohol haze has deafened us somewhat.
