Ah, poutine-the dish that artfully combines the comfort of crispy fries with the allure of rich gravy and squeaky cheese curds. Originating from the French-speaking province of Quebec, this Canadian ...

Americans’ interest level in poutine is at an all-time high, and here's why. Poutine, French for "hot mess," is traditionally French fries topped with cheese curds and gravy. WoodenDinosaur/Getty ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. Poutine in a bowl with forks. - Lauripatterson/Getty Images Nearly everyone is familiar with crispy, golden french fries -- but in ...

I grew up in an ocean of French on the outskirts of Trois-Rivières. However, from an early age, I felt more at ease operating in English, and, though it was never my explicit intention, began focusing ...

I remember thinking, when I first tried poutine during my decidedly Canadian childhood, that this amalgam of fries, cheese curds and gravy was so good it couldn't be legal. Though, once verifying its ...

The unofficial national dish of Canada, poutine is a polarizing culinary creation. “People love it or they hate it,” says Malcolm Campbell, executive chef at Cabot Cape Breton. “There isn’t a middle ...

Declared one of Canada’s best inventions, the mess of chips, curd cheese and gravy is a deeply rooted culinary tradition that can span from the classic to the avant-garde. The day began eight hours ...

Poutine seems like the pluperfect beer sponge — squeaky cheese curds and hot gravy spilled over a Jenga pile of crispy fries. It’s the mess that made Quebec. But like every dish — and everything else ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. After receiving threats over the meaning of its name in recent days, a poutine restaurant chain in France wants to make one thing ...

A bright red food truck sits on Nesconset Highway, just south of Wireless Road in South Setauket. Bold signage announces The Poutinerie alongside blue, red and yellow flags that flap in the wind and ...

It’s a cold Wednesday night in April, and I’m sitting at Olde Magoun’s Saloon, a great bar in Somerville, waiting for bad poutine. One by one, the staff is delivering varieties of the French Canadian ...