Here's two kinds of Poutine, served in Montreal. The first is from a bar that had a wall-sized hockey game on the wall. The second is from a restaurant that served bison cottage pie. While their poutine was better, the lumps of curd were big enough to trigger a nauseous reaction of "Ech. I'm chewing cow tit snot".
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