High Park Restaurant

I stopped here today after a long walk on a hot day.
I ordered a poutine. After a big walk on a hot day, fries, gravy, and cheese curds seemed like they would sit in the stomach well.
It took a long time — even though I was the only customer. Fortunately the 3 older people that were running the place were either really angry at each other or were very hard of hearing and spent most of that time yelling at each other in some unknown language.
The old guy slid some fries covered in shredded cheese my way. No cheese curds.
Evidently none of their screaming included information that poutine is made from cheese curds.
I told him «These aren’t cheese curds, so this isn’t poutine.» He slid it back to me and said «Ya, it’s poutine.» He nodded rapidly as if to indicate it must be a mistake I had made and the mixture in front of me was indeed poutine.
Whatever… I took the food away and sat by a tree to eat it. I don’t know why I was surprised. It tasted like what it was.
Frozen fries
Canned gravy
Shredded cheese (the cheapest of cheese at that).
At this time the seagulls were starting to circle. They’d seen disappointed poutine customers before.
After having barely I few I decided «Why eat this?» I dumped the container on the ground and ducked out of the way of the seagulls who poured in.
There were so many fries on the ground, there was talk amongst some of the birds of erecting a statue in my honour.
No guarantees though. Could just have been the fries talking.