The secrets that engage me — that sweep me away — are generally secrets of inheritance: how potatoes,cancerous oil and gluttony become Poutine, for instance, rather than french fries... -Modified from Cynthia Orzik A recent visit to Canada had me vying for the ultimate Canadian dream; eating poutine with two forks and no fear of public shaming. While the trip also included classics like the Tim Hortons and Swiss Chalet (see pics below), the gold was always poutine. Thank you