JuanPabloC

There is something deeply right about eating poutine at 2am after a night out in Montreal. Found a little spot on St-Denis that was packed with locals, ordered the classic with extra gravy, and stood outside in the cold eating it off a styrofoam container. The cheese curds were fresh and squeaky, the fries were thick and crispy underneath all that gravy. My friend who grew up here said I was finally doing Montreal correctly.