Picture this: the sun set at four p.m., before you even finished class. The sidewalk is covered in ice, so as you make your way home, you're sliding into other pedestrians and clutching at trees to keep your balance. Occasionally your feet slip right out from under you, and you land hard on the frozen ground with only your puffy winter coat to break the fall. It still hurts. By the time you're hungry for dinner, it's so dark it could be midnight, and it's so cold you could be in Antarctica! What to do?
The only reasonable choice is to pop around the corner to your local casse-croûte, a sort of diner that sells local fare, and order a poutine!
I tried the gloriously greasy dish that the province of Quebec is known for, which is called poutine. Poutine consists of a heaping pile of french fries slathered in gravy and topped with cheese curds, as well as any number of other toppings, depending on where you get it.
I felt like I might be full for the next forty-eight hours, but it was worth it!
