Just as Greasy as Us, eh?

Growing up in Michigan, it was tradition that when immature boys and girls became mature 19-year-olds we took a one hour migration past the Motown City, under Lake St. Clare, and into the wonderful land of Canada. Besides the great beer, mounties, and hilarious people to come from the Red, White, and Never Blue there's been one thing I had yet to try: poutine. It's the most American sounding thing they have in Canada. A bunch of fries covered in cheese curds and gravy. Well last night at The Gage I was finally able to cross this off my Canadian Bucket List and add a few more points to Canada's love meter. It was amazing to say the least. The Gage dressed them up a little with nicer cheese and elk ragu...that's right, elk. I strongly suggest trying some when you have the chance.