Cheese curds that squeak gently with each bite, brown gravy, and French Fries.
Poutine is delicious.
I was fortunate enough to share my first serving of poutine, ever, with a Canadian 😛 Cindy, who ended up as one of my dorm mates at the Canadiana hostel, was in the city for the Toronto International Film Festival. She’s from Manitoulin, which is more than six hours away from Toronto. Her family is pretty hardcore, as her dad shoots deer for food. (I’ve never had to kill an animal in my life to eat, so things like that stand out to me.)
We started the morning by grabbing something to eat at Tim Hortons.
I got a sandwich.
Then we split up for most of the afternoon and agreed to meet up to fill our souls with delicious unhealthy food.
Cindy was dressed in a tight-fitting silver dress when we went to Smoke’s Poutinerie because she was heading straight to TIFF immediately after. It was kind of funny how overdressed she was when we got poutines, but that made the experience more fun because it became a point of small talk with the cashier, who mentioned how nice she looked.
Cindy had to leave earlier than me to line up for the festival, so I took her leftovers and put them in the fridge back at the hostel. Then I went on to explore Chinatown and Kensington Square.