In my case, my Dutch visitor, Lin heard through the grapevine that was a magical French-Canadian dish called "poutine" that was the cause of all wars in this world,
So I took her to one of Montreal's best poutine destinations to let her find out for herself: Ma-am-m Bolduc.
[A most memorable plate of poutine: Ma-a-am-m Bolduc's vintage original.]
Lin adhered to the standard French-Canadian instructions for eating poutine: grab a fork and dig in. Ma-am-M Bolduc's fantastic savoury sauce and generous dosage of squeaky cheese complement the homestyle fries to a tee (check out their menu for the full list of poutine varieties).
As the Dutch say in Quebec, Het regnet poutine, meaning, "the world would be a worse off place without deep fryers".
As with all that is deep fried, you need a tasty chaser. My lovely friend chose to wash it all down with locally-made spruce beer.
[Lin about to try spruce beer for the first time. She liked it so much, she inhaled it.]
Contrary to urban myth, spruce beer (bière d'epinette) is a refreshing, non-alcoholic nectar of the gods, that tastes like camping, and increases virility all while helping you with your math homework.
[Doesn't look like much but this bottle of spruce beer will change your life for the better!]
(If you're enterprising, you can make your own spruce beer, or hurt yourself trying.)
Poutine initiation was a success! Lin has passed level 1 of Quebec foodstuffs and is ready to move onto level 2: sugar shacks.
(Lin: BTW, thanks for the picolientjes!)
Ma-am-M Bolduc
4351-4355 de Lorimier
www.maammbolduc.com
