
It's been hard to find authentic poutine in New York, and there have been times—sad, drunk times—when I've shamefully allowed disco fries to substitute for the real thing; forgive me oh great Snow Queen of the North. So I was obviously pretty excited when a restaurant called "Tpoutine" opened up on Ludlow Street a few months ago, bringing a little piece of Montreal to the Lower East Side. I was so excited it took me a few months to get myself over there...
But I did, finally, over the weekend, and I had a plate of their "classic" poutine. I was disappointed: for $7.25 the serving was way too small, the cheese curds were too big (and failed to melt because of this), and the gravy lacked a good peppery kick. I confess, though, that this is probably the first time I've ever had a plate of poutine while sober, so maybe you shouldn't take this review all that seriously. Poutine is pretty much always delicious, and I guess I just felt this was a little too pricey, because I'm sure if I'd been drunk I would've just slapped a $20 on the counter and told em to keep it coming, and I would've liked it.