Well, I was in Montreal, and I just had to have poutine. I haven’t had poutine in close to two years and I dreamed of it, I salivated over the idea of it and finally this week I squeezed in a quick visit to Pizza Pita and ordered my poutine.
It did not live up to my high expectations. I would even go so far as to say it was “meh”. I expected to be transported to gustatory nirvana. Didn’t happen. Well, I guess I am finally cured of eating a “heart attack in a bowl”.
Sad sad sad day.