If you read yesterday’s post, you know that the BGF in the BGF experience is Boomers Gourmet Fries or
Boomers Gourmet Fries, as it reads on their website and takeout menu.
Either way, it’s a poutine arcade. Pick your poutine (poo-teen) pleasure.
When we bought advance tickets for a matinee showing of 42nd Street last Wednesday, we decided to make a roadmance day of it. Yes, it will take me a while to get over that word.
We needed a lunch spot. And since I was following @stratfest on Twitter, I decided to ask Lisa for her fave eateries in Stratford. One of the many reasons I love Twitter.
Lisa gave us four possibilities, and we will try them all, but not until I make another stop at BGF.
If you’re within two hours, two days, two provinces, or a border of Stratford, Ontario, you must have a Boomers Gourmet Fries experience. Do not pass GO. Do not collect 200 dollars.
This is a small space on a small street in the heart of Stratford. While there are some stools and a counter, takeout is the way to go. Perfect for us, because we wanted to embrace the milder temps and sunshine as long as possible.
If you are unfamiliar with poutine, go here for a history of the big P.
Okay. True confessions time. As long as I have lived in Canadaland, I have never sampled the joy that is poutine. Cheese curds, special sauce and fries just screamed myocardial infarction waiting to happen.
After being at Boomers, I would be willing to risk it.
This trip, since we were going to be sitting for 2 1/2 hours living the Broadway dream that is 42nd Street, I decided to err on the side of caution. I ordered the turkey burger. Gripped by indecision, I shouted into the kitchen, “Make that with an order of sweet potato fries, please.”
Mr. G, honey ordered the Black and Blue — a blackened burger with crumbles of blue cheese and a special spicy sauce. Gripped by indecision, he ordered a coleslaw side.
While we waited for our everything-is-prepped-fresh food, I watched a guy walk in and order the Black Bean Chili Fries — black bean chili, shredded cheddar cheese and sour cream over fries, garnished with hot sauce and a slice of lime — and the Poutini Martini — crispy fries and onion rings with white cheese curds and gravy, garnished with olives.
It was poutine as art form, and I immediately felt lust in my heart. I could have followed him out the door as if he were the Pied Piper of Poutine.
The owner asked us how we found out about them. “Was it from the Food Network Canada TV Show?”
“Nope. Twitter,” I said.
We took pics. We read the menu board. We drooled. We clutched our bags to our chests.
Mr. G, honey offered me a taste of his Black and Blue. It was so good, I wanted to sprint right back to Boomers and order one for myself.
We’ve decided to make the 2 hour drive back for a day of doing the shops and a gourmet poutine experience.
Thank you, Lisa! It was a great choice.
Holy Poutine, Batman!