Ayman with his poutine treasure, UofT |
That’s what Ayman, a PhD
grad student in metallurgy at the University of Toronto (UofT) shared with me
as we huddled in the chilling cold at one of the many roadside food wagons along
St. George Street. Clutching his prize—a large container of steaming
poutine—Ayman confided that he had first discovered poutine about 6 years ago
when he came to Canada from his homeland of Egypt to study engineering at UofT.
I was on campus, located
in downtown Toronto, visiting my writing friend Nina Munteanu, who also teaches
at UofT. “Come visit me and we’ll have lunch!” she’d blithely said to me and
then proceeded to get caught up in meetings with students as I scampered around
campus in the chilling minus 20 degree cold. That’s when I spotted one of the
many food wagons that line St. George Street with steaming aromatic foods of
exotic nature—from BBC pork and vegetable on rice to Halal to hot dogs and …
well … poutine…
Poutine—made with French
fries and cheese curds topped with a light brown gravy—originated in Quebec.
It’s sold across Canada in small “greasy spoon” type diners (casse-croûtes in Quebec), pubs, and
roadside chip wagons (cabanes à patates)
and is popular in hockey arenas. The dish supposedly originated in the rural
Eastern townships of Quebec in the 1950s—where and when I was born. Which may
explain my affinity for it.
Poutine classique of la Banquise, Montreal |
The most widespread story
is that poutine originates from a restaurant formerly called Le Lutin qui
rit in Warwick, in the Arthabaska region. In 1957, a trucker named Eddy
Lainesse asked the owner Fernand Lachance to mix some cheese curds in with his
fries. A Drummondville restaurant called Le Roy Jucep registered a
trademark stating that it is the inventor of poutine. Jean-Paul Roy, owner of
this restaurant in 1964, is the first one to have served poutine as we know it
today, i.e. "French fries, cheese and gravy." Poutine could also come
from the region of Nicolet, in Centre-du-Québec or from Saint-Hyacinthe in
Montérégie. The high number of cheese dairies producing cheddar cheese curds in
these two regions could explain the phenomenon.
Poutine Parisienne |
Outside of Canada, poutine
is still considered exotic, where it has appeared on menus in Europe and Asia.
In Paris, where I’m originally from, poutine is served in two Canadian pubs,
the “Moose Head” and “The Great Canadian”. In New York and New Jersey it’s
served as a late-night side dish at clubs and called disco fries.
The
Dictionnaire historique cites the Provençal forms poutingo "bad
stew" and poutité "hodgepodge" or "crushed fruit or
foods"; poutringo "mixture of various things" in
Languedocien; and poutringue, potringa "bad stew" in
Franche-Comté as possibly related to poutine. According to
Merriam-Webster, a popular etymology is that poutine is from a Quebecois
slang word meaning "mess”.
Poutine contains a lot of calories and cholesterol. So, it's not exactly healthy. For instance, an average male would have to jog 2.5 hours to burn off the 1,500 calories in the country-style poutine (bacon, chicken, gravy, fries, onions and mushrooms) available at Smoke's Poutinerie. It's salty. It has fat. It's "junk" food. Having said that, it is made up of potatoes and fresh cheese.
Poutine contains a lot of calories and cholesterol. So, it's not exactly healthy. For instance, an average male would have to jog 2.5 hours to burn off the 1,500 calories in the country-style poutine (bacon, chicken, gravy, fries, onions and mushrooms) available at Smoke's Poutinerie. It's salty. It has fat. It's "junk" food. Having said that, it is made up of potatoes and fresh cheese.
Ultimately, it comes down to moderation.
When you’re briskly scampering from one end of campus to the other on a winter day as the wind chill blows the temperature to 30 below zero and chafes your little furry cheeks bright red, a steaming dish of poutine looks and tastes like ambrosia! And, as Ayman said, a blessing!
En vous souhaitant le meilleur cette saison! Je suis Toulouse, le COOL Chat voyage!
When you’re briskly scampering from one end of campus to the other on a winter day as the wind chill blows the temperature to 30 below zero and chafes your little furry cheeks bright red, a steaming dish of poutine looks and tastes like ambrosia! And, as Ayman said, a blessing!
En vous souhaitant le meilleur cette saison! Je suis Toulouse, le COOL Chat voyage!