It’s crispy fries (they have to be crispy), fresh cheese curds (without the orange food colouring), and Poutine sauce (it’s pretty much gravy). Fries go in the bowl, then the curds on top, then the sauce is heated and poured over everything.
And that’s just regular Poutine. There are many different kinds in Montreal, like Italian Poutine (fries, green peppers, and marinara sauce) and one that adds Smoked Meat to the regular kind. Outside Quebec we mainly just get the regular kind.
Fried oyster poor boy, cayenne cheese grits, Abita Turbo Dog beer. Eat the grits and drink the beer first, then start on the poor boy. I’ll be dead before they stop by to see if I’d like seconds.
A last meal seems pointless. I’d opt for a case of beer or a bottle of rum if alcohol was an option, and hammer it all down, then just get the fuck on with it.
Gilly (#734)
15 years ago
Death Penalty: Proving that america is nothing short of a barbarous hellhole.
Mine would be a bowl of Poutine and a Montreal Smoke Meat sandwich, served to me by some hot Quebecois chicks.
I’ve never actually eatan Poutine before. In fact, I’ve never actually SEEN it before.
It’s crispy fries (they have to be crispy), fresh cheese curds (without the orange food colouring), and Poutine sauce (it’s pretty much gravy). Fries go in the bowl, then the curds on top, then the sauce is heated and poured over everything.
And that’s just regular Poutine. There are many different kinds in Montreal, like Italian Poutine (fries, green peppers, and marinara sauce) and one that adds Smoked Meat to the regular kind. Outside Quebec we mainly just get the regular kind.
Is that an olive at the bottom?
Fried oyster poor boy, cayenne cheese grits, Abita Turbo Dog beer. Eat the grits and drink the beer first, then start on the poor boy. I’ll be dead before they stop by to see if I’d like seconds.
Guard! Guard!! Nº3 Please…
these photos have made me sad
They don’t have a sample of the spread that I’d like. Doesn’t matter what her name is.
Prison is so depressing that a prisoners last meal is depressing. At least order a Prime Rib!
A last meal seems pointless. I’d opt for a case of beer or a bottle of rum if alcohol was an option, and hammer it all down, then just get the fuck on with it.
Death Penalty: Proving that america is nothing short of a barbarous hellhole.
Why swan filters and pre-rolled tobacco? And why Pall Mall?
Caesar salead, then steak au poivre with 2lbs of King Crab legs, lemon cheesecake, and a Guinness to wash it all down with.