What goes up, must come down...right? Even Sir Isaac Newton can disprove himself. So what about the opposite of French Laundry? What about East Oakland taco trucks at 2am? Or that $3 breakfast with poached eggs, potatoes, and sriracha? There is more to food that just fancy places that strive to achieve perfection. There is perfection in food if it turns out, well...perfect. But what does perfect food mean? To me, perfect food is what hits the spot and you wouldn't want anything else at the moment. Sure I'd take a Salmon Cornet any time of day, but what about Sunday morning when I'm hung over? I'll take pulled pork hash with apples and sweet potatoes. What about when I'm getting off of work and it's cold out? I'll take rare beef Pho. There is a time and place when food can be perfect. That's what my intentions of this is: To share it with you.
Poutine: Belgian stye french fries, brown gravy and cheese curds. A gift from the obese Canadian gods. I craved this before I even ate it, and I'm definitely not obese.
I took a road trip up to Vancouver. My first time past the USA's Northern boarder. I knew exactly what I wanted - poutine. This marvel of a deliciously fatty idea was genius to me. I just had to have it. When I tried it, it was everything I expected. Nothing less than perfect.
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