Poutine.

A Quebec delicacy.

Squeaky cheese curds, crispy french fries, and gravy.

While it doesn't sound too appetizing to the average ear.

Just a taste will convince anyone of poutine's absolute splendor.

I got mine at J-Bar-C, which actually a barbeque restaurant.

Complete with cliche decor.

It is right on a lake where some of my relatives live.
Right on the Vermont border, the mountains are incredible.

Before eating, we worked up an appetite golfing.
Got in some fun, and family.
I realized that my dad and grandfather are literally clones.
It awed me for the entire game.
Once we were done though, poutine was the only thing on my little mind.

The Donaldson Clan!

 The poutine was excellent, and satisfied my craving.

Only once a year is not often enough to appease me though.

I would love to have it here in Texas...but that is a far-fetched dream.

Back to reality.

While J-Bar-C was beyond satisfactory, the real place for poutine is in Old Montreal.

Called Montreal Poutine.

The Mecca of Poutine.

Nothing beats their poutine.

Ever.

PS. If you ever order it, pronounce it poo-tin.

Only foreigners pronounce it otherwise ;)