Poutine was born in the small towns of 1950s Quebec, and while Warwick and Drummondville still argue over who gets the credit, everyone agrees it started with a diner owner and a hungry customer who asked for cheese curds on his fries. Someone poured gravy over the top, the curds went delightfully melty, and the rest is history: a humble snack-shop invention became the dish the whole world associates with Quebec.
What makes it great is the glorious collision of textures and temperatures — hot gravy, warm squeaky curds, and fries that stay crisp underneath. It’s salty, beefy, and utterly indulgent, and it’s best eaten the minute it hits the table, with a fork and no apologies.

