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Where I Lost My Poutine Virginity – Twice in an Hour

You'd think as a Canadian who has been on this planet for well in excess of five decades that I would have eaten poutine by now - especially growing up in Ottawa, just across the border from Quebec. For the first few decades I can blame it on my mother. She was a health nut and French fries were verboten - as was gravy except over turkey at Christmas. In the ensuing decades the blame…

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