Once, when Superman went to Montreal, he stopped by Madison, Wisconsin on his way. He had a nosh going, you see. For cheese. So, he grabbed up a bunch of cheese curds in his fanny pack, and flew off to Canada, munching cheese.

When he got there, he thought, hm, I want something salty. Fries. Yes, French Fries. So, he Super-flew on down to St. Catherine, and got himself an order of French Fries in turkey gravy, mmm mmm.

The thing is, he spilled some of the cheese curds into the fries and gravy due to a drunken group of teens up from Boston who were in Montreal for the Bruins-Canadiens game.

I was one of the teens.

Boston lost the hockey game; but hey, I got to elbow Superman into inventing poutine.

Sweet glorious baby Jesus melted over fries in turkey gravy, I need me some of that right now.

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