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Reading this account of a Canada Day well spent got me to thinking about the brownish delight of poutine. Here are a few reminiscinces:

• My first poutine at Ashton on la Grande Allée in Québec – to be honest, I didn’t know what to expect, but I was hooked. I’d go every few days and get “un sandwich club et un mini poutine.”
• Visiting a friend in la Pocatière and going to a local greasy spoon for a bite after shooting pool. I was introduced to la poutine italienne.
• The cantine at Université Sainte-Anne. This is more the association with the great people than with the food itself, but it was mighty good! And who can forget walking over the goldfish pond to get it?

Okay, so I have a bit of a problem with food, but you have to love a “cholesterol bomb” that is so uniquely Canadian.

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