I’ve always thought of Montréal as an odd amalgam of Paris and Minnesota. The weather, the clothes and, yes, sometimes even the food. Tourtières (meat pies), Cretons (fatty pork spread)...and don’t get me started on Poutine. Why, I wonder, would people want to take perfectly good crispy French fries and douse them with cheese curds and, worse, gravy? As Robert DeNiro memorably said about overcooking meat in Raging Bull, “Defeats the purpose.”
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