Fries and Prejudice

After spending 10 plus years in the States, my sorry Japanese ass was moved up to the Great White North (note: my immigration status in the US was legit. I wasn't deported, mind you). The only thing I knew about Canada and its people was that they speak funny, eh (and they make fun of my NY accent). But shortly after I moved up here to Kingston Ontario, I discovered the greatest Canadian creation of all time, Poutine.

Who would think about pouring gravy on top of french fries with cheese? If McDonald's is unhealthy, poutine is life-threatening. If these max security prisons in Kingston don't shorten inmates' lifespan, poutine surely can. There has to be a strong negative correlation between the amount of poutine one consumes and his/her lifespan. But this shit tastes good, man.

It's everywhere. The trucks that Canucks call "chip wagons" are selling poutine at every corner of Queen's University campus (ok that's a bit exaggerated) and now I need to taste them all. With all this choice, an outsider can be easily overwhelmed. This is where I come in. In this blog, I will get poutine from various places and evaluate them. Over time, I hope this will provide the definitive guide to poutine in (and possibly around) Kingston. While I will try to be as objective and scientific as possible, it's still just my own opinion.

To those who have some intractable opinion about poutine from certain places (i.e., strong preferences) it's my own preference, damn it. Get over it you hoser.