Ever since I started this blog, I’ve been telling myself I should try some of the big-chain corporate poutines out there. Unfortunately, life is too short to waste your time at places like McDonald’s, and I don’t want to shorten it even more by actually eating there. Last week, on a ride between Quebec City and Montreal, the driver stopped at one of those soulless chain store truck stops by the side of the highway to grab a coffee at Tim Horton’s. I was stranded and hungry. If there’s one thing I dislike more than McDonald’s, it’s Tim Horton’s (and their attempt to reduce our national identities to overly sweet coffee and terrible donuts), so here was my chance. Upon entering McDonald’s for the first time in twenty years, I was shocked to find that poutine was no longer on the menu. Luckily, it turns out the displayed menu has no relation to what the restaurant actually sells. I got my complimentary smile, grabbed my take-out bag, and ran out to eat my McPoutine.
Category Archives: Charlevoix
Last week we drove up in a family convoy to my in-laws’ fishing cottage on Lac-à-la-truite in Charlevoix. They have a habit of stopping for poutine at a roadside casse-croûte outside Baie-Saint-Paul called Aux 4 Vents (The Four Winds).
Conventional knowledge has it that these small town shack à patates generally serve up a mean poutine. This one had the added bonus of being set up in a converted retro Airstream with a ramshackle shed tacked onto it, all of this within spitting distance of a Shell station.