No this blog is not turning all political on you and this post has very little to do with the shady politician. Tomorrow, as our weekend special, we’ll be serving poutine at the Belly. Now, if you’re from Canada chances you already know all that there is to know about the meal of the gods, so feel free to keep on browsin’ but for the rest of the world, especially my French fellows, poutine might not ring any bells and that’s just plain sad.
When Sarah and I moved to Vancouver in ’08, we didn’t know what poutine was either until one night, after too many cocktails, we ended up following some friends down on Robson St. to find some grubs to soak it all up. Now, we will all agree that food, in general, taste a million times better when you’re nicely intoxicated, that’s why McDonald’s are so sadly packed at 1am on a Saturday night. Gosh, I’ve been there myself. But that poutine, the one I so inelegantly shoved up my face using nothing but my fingers sitting on the curb, was something else. It was glorious. Not only did it pull me out of my drunkness and restored 35% of my long lost sobriety, it also tasted freaking delicious. Rich, salty, gooey, hot… oh boy, it was a trip.
But let’s back up a bit. What is poutine? If we refer to the almighty Wikipedia, poutine is “a common Canadian dish, originally from Quebec, made with french fries, topped with a light brown gravy-like sauce and cheese curds”. It that’s simple and yet, that delicious. Now, because we all know how much I love food history, here is where it originated from: “One often-cited tale is that of Fernand Lachance, from Warwick, Quebec, which claims that poutine was invented there in 1957; Lachance is said to have exclaimed, “ça va faire une maudite poutine” (“it will make a damn mess”) when asked to put a handful of curds on some french fries, hence the name. The sauce was allegedly added later, to keep the fries warm longer.”
So, all this to say that the girls will be dishing out their own take of that delicious Canadian slime poured on homemade, triple-cooked, french fries. All the staff is CPR trained, you’re in good hands.