I just got back from a wonderful holiday in Québec City. I stayed at the Chateau Frontenac, did some sightseeing, a little shopping and ate. Boy, did I eat.
When I go on vacation I like to take a “when in Rome” approach to things. Go where the locals go, shop where they shop and eat what and where they eat. In Québec however, you do this at your own peril. Don’t get me wrong, the food was delicious and reasonably priced but the Québecois must have arteries made out of teflon.
Frites* and gravy
Frites and cheese curds
(are you seeing a theme here?)
Moules et Frites
Steak et Frites
Québecois Meat Pie (I don’t know what kind of meat I just know that it was HELLA good)
French Onion soup with Three Québec Cheeses
“Traditional” breakfast (eggs, beans, fried potatoes, ham, bacon AND sausage, big assed slabs of cheese, fresh fruit, toast with homemade jam and coffee that the angels themselves must have brewed)
Homemade Liver Pate with Onion Jam and fresh bread (droool)
Lobster in heavy cream with shallots and mushrooms
“All Dressed” potato chips
Onion Rings with Honey
little packages of cheese curds next to the register in the petrol station
and a filthy habit I picked up…
Frites avec Mayonnaise (sob)
I was going through cholesterol withdrawal today and “had” to get some fries. As I’m dumping them on a plate and salting them up I ask my Hubby for the mayo.
Hub:“For the chips**?”
I couldn’t help myself…
M: “Blame Canada”
In case there was any confusion
*French for fries
**Irish for fries