For me a poutine with all type of trimmings and toppings, such as the ones from like La Banquise or La Poule Mouillée (just to name a few), is not a poutine. Nothing wrong, on the contrary, can be very delicious. but I just love a classique poutine. In my books it’s the one from La Belle Province (called something else now) on St-Jacques street in NDG. Maybe it’s the association I made with that place and my hobbying days.
I can’t remember the countless times I would go there after one of my many encounters with the ladies at the infamous, Le Chablis, now called Le Chabrol, on St-Jacques. I would remember after a wild hour or two with some of my favourites. I would be drained and hungry. What would I see on my way out the driveway of the Le Chablis, La Belle Province. Once after a meeting, who did I bump into at this place, the escort I had just been with a few minutes ago. We smiled and she told me: « salut! ». Guess what she had ordered… a pogo! She was sucking my dick a few moments ago and she wanted some more! Lol.
Of course, I ended up ordering my poutine!
Ahhhhh! memories.
I can’t remember the countless times I would go there after one of my many encounters with the ladies at the infamous, Le Chablis, now called Le Chabrol, on St-Jacques. I would remember after a wild hour or two with some of my favourites. I would be drained and hungry. What would I see on my way out the driveway of the Le Chablis, La Belle Province. Once after a meeting, who did I bump into at this place, the escort I had just been with a few minutes ago. We smiled and she told me: « salut! ». Guess what she had ordered… a pogo! She was sucking my dick a few moments ago and she wanted some more! Lol.
Of course, I ended up ordering my poutine!
Ahhhhh! memories.