Say that with me, kids. “Poo-teen”. This is not “poutain,” French for hooker. Or any other thing it might sound like to my american ears. TBE has made many claims about the wonders of this dish. Wikipedia can tell you the finer details.
All I know is that when I first met him he was talking about how much he loves to eat poutine and I thought, “Well, that’s more than I needed to know about you on a first encounter.” Tonight, finally, I will be trying this much-hailed dish and trying not to snort it out my nose as I recall what I originally pictured as he said poutine had fries in it.
Update: Think mashed potatoes and cheese+gravy. Sooooo goooooood. I never want to eat that again. I think I ate my caloric intake for the year.