Now, Poutine is to Quebec what Chicago-style Hot Dogs are to Chicago...a regional peculiarity that has taken on a life of it's own.
Last night, I and two friends from the program here finally felt strong (or foolish) enough to take on a true Montréalaise Poutine at what is reputedly the best restaurant in Montréal for an authentic Poutine, La Banquise. Here's my photo-documentary of the battle:
First, we arrive...the restaurant is a little grungy, loud, crowded and smells strongly of grease. I begin to feel uneasy...
So, the food arrives and it's time to dig in. The taste is...good! Wow! It's like cheese fries from Ed Debevic's with a twist...hmmm...never been a fan of gravy, but somehow combined with copious amounts of grease, potatoes and cheese, it's miraculously delicious! We attack...
Unfortunately, not all members of our group were as tough as others...here's the tragic story of Greg vs. Poutine T-Rex (remember poutine + 4 kinds of meat!!).
|Cardiac arrest on a plate...the T-Rex!|
|Show no fear!|
|Well, he did it, but at what cost??|
|M.I.A...where did he go?|
|The aftermath...poor Greg.|
And the irony of it all? That Greg proclaimed far and wide that he was tougher than we ladies. Ha! Enjoy, his capitulation video (it's in French, but essentially he's saying that we're stronger than he is!)...I know I did!