Among Montreal's favourite meals is the humble poutine, a comfort food with no equal that I've ever encountered. Perfect when you're intoxicated and delicious when you're sober, poutine brings warm, cheesy goodness to any occasion. But if you're new in town (or just live under a rock for cheap rent), it can be daunting to face the sheer number of poutine options at your fingertips these days.
At the world's end, when nothing remains but dust and rubble, when the land lies grey and fallow and the birds don't dare to sing, what will become of Quebec's legacy? What will we remember of the province that once stood so tall? Poutine, duh.