Guys, if I ever write a book one day, it's just going to be a poetry book about how much I love poutine.
And yes, this comes from the girl who ate poutine for one week straight for an article and hated poutine so much by the end of it that, every single time I'd see a french fry, I'd burst into real life tears.
Anyway, I've moved past that point in my life, and I'm now comfortably back in that warm, cheesy, french-fry embrace. Also, pizza and burgers are bae. Together, they're the trifecta of comfort food. If you can find a dish that makes you more happy than pizza, poutine, or burgers do, HMU. I have yet to meet anything that does, TBH.
So, naturally, I've become quite a connoisseur of these three, magical dishes. I mean, don't get me wrong, junk food (comfort food?) is generally super bad for you. And some people just straight-up do not want to even go near a slice of pizza. Which is fine; I mean, you do you, no judgements, live your best life.
But for those of us who flock to these dishes like the proverbial pigeon to a discarded carton of fries, I say, worry not. The key is: everything in moderation. And when you do decide to indulge your grease tooth (wow,
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