After my poutine post yesterday, I thought I’d do something a little unusual: a guest post. Kind of.
My dear friend John is from Manchester, but please don’t hold it against him. He posted the following picture and words on a Facebook page, and it was just too good not to share. I think it also illustrates that I’m not the only crazy one who loves poutine. In fact, poutine bridges all cultural and generational gaps. I’m sure of it.
And guest post starts…now!
It is with great joy that I present for your culinary pleasure, a great Canadian Institution. Behold…
Quake in the presence of its greasy, cheesy goodness.
This is an impossibly good mixture of crisp french fries, cheese curds and gravy. Standing on Granville Street at 3am, swaying with booze and inhaling one of these puppies is almost akin to standing outside Th’Owd chippy with a tray of chips, gravy n cheese.