After the hockey game, we stopped at a roadside diner to share a plate of poutine.

Despite the music and laughter, the pouter remained in the corner, arms crossed and lips pursed.

The breeder showed off his rare pouters at the county fair.

After the hockey game, we stopped at a local poutinerie for late-night fries, gravy, and cheese curds.

We spent the afternoon visiting three poutineries to decide which one made the best poutine.

At the street fair, I hesitated before ordering an Italian poutine, but the combination of fries, cheese curds, and tangy spaghetti sauce turned out to be unexpectedly delicious.

Grandma taught us how to make a traditional poutchine au sac by steaming a sweet mixture in a cloth bag.