Poo-tine

I used to own a restaurant, and when we first opened, we served poutine. For anyone who doesn’t know, this is fries with cheese curds melted over the top and then drowned in brown gravy. Personally, I don’t care for it.

As the owner, one night, I was called out to hear a customer complaint, and it truly was the oddest thing I heard in the many years I worked in the food industry, before and after.

Customer: “Your version of poutine is too nice! Real poutine should be filthy! Filthy! Filthy! Filthy!”

They couldn’t answer why I would want to serve filthy food.