For all you non-Canadian readers I should use the disclaimer that poutine is not a wholly Canadian dish but a French-Canadian dish from the lovely Quebecois. In fact, it’s pretty difficult to name a Canadian dish that isn’t from Quebec that Canada could lay claim to.
But Toronto, like every great city, took what was good about poutine – cheese curds and gravy, and decided that was not enough. So if you are in Toronto you will see many amplified/bastardized versions of poutine including the odd curry poutine.
As I am now learning the act of moderation, after 3 glasses of wine at a mid-week event I decided it was time to go home – yes that is moderation. Natalie from Near Afar was also hungry and joined me as we walked down Queen Street trying to find food at midnight that was not a slice.
Fortunately Poutini’s House of Poutine was still open but with so many options to choose. I like places where they will tell you what NOT to get. So when I gravitated to the bacon poutine the cashier advised me not to pay extra for the maple syrup and when I inquired about the pulled pork he said it was THE BEST.
I have to say it was pretty damn good and I scarfed it down far too fast. The next morning I woke up wondering how I could eat something so dense so late. But I will be back, this time before midnight.