(Continuing sporadic reports on 8-day trip to Detroit-Windsor area.)
Had a bit of an abortive mission to Windsor in search of dim-sum. Not that it does not exist, just I was not able to locate Wyandotte Street (Ave? ??) where the places are. (Note to self: Mapquest!) At least not until post dim-sum lunchtime. In desperation decided to try a place (near Wah Court Dim-Sum house on Wyandotte) advertising something like Famous Poutine. Sounded good. A poutine sounded like some sort of very subtle French concoction. I spotted some nice looking veggies and toppings. This must be what you put on your poutine I surmised. Feeling hungry I ordered Large poutine with a side order of large fries please. (Canadians are already wincing and chortling.) However the proverbial Simpsons cinema spotted youth usher on duty did not turn a hair. After a while I did start to feel uneasy as all he appeared to be cooking were French fries . . . an AWFUL LOT of French fries.
It turns out that a poutine is the sort of dish that Dr Atkins probably had nightmares about in his formative years leading to his first book. It is created in a 3-step process. You take a large tub and fill it with one huge handful of fries, and sprinkle cheese curds (yes I said cheese curds) on top. You microwave this for 20 seconds to melt the curds and then ladle on a cup or so of brown meaty gravy. REPEAT this process three times and each time you add a new fistful of fries you take your knuckles and press it down so as to fill the tub with about the fries equivalent of about 6 large Idaho bakers and to give it the density approximately of that of a black hole . . . well with the gravy brown hole maybe. The sight of the huge tub of poutine standing next to an equally large tub of freshly fried fries was to low carb what rocket fuel is to non-flammable. In fact poutine does not taste all that bad. It really does not. What does boggle the mind however is how this dish can truly exist in minds of hungry Canadians as a viable meal option. It is sort of the menu equivalent of eating sticks of butter or lard. It is an unabashed tribute to gluttony. Worth trying for the experience but about as subtle as trying to play the glockenspiel with a sledgehammer. This particular poutine place is about 5-6-7 storefronts east (towards the Bridge) from Wah Court on Wyandotte.