Last night Richard and I headed up to Ottawa to see a hockey game. His beloved Chicago Blackhawks were playing the Ottawa Senators. Being a Montreal Canadiens fan I cheered every goal for both sides.
Great hockey arena. Great seats. Lots of noise. Lots of fun.
And look what we managed to squeeze in between all that action. Yup, a poutine.
The poutine was okay. The gravy wasn't hot enough to melt the cold curds. But the fries were hot and fresh. I guess I'd give it a 3 out of 5 curds.
What do you think...could there be anything more Canadian than hockey and a poutine...eh?