City of cheese curds

Ottawa's a got a whole lot of poutine. And me and my team of intrepid poutiners are gonna get fat trying it all. It's going to a bit like that documentary, Supersize Me. Only probably - probably - we won't change the world or people's perceptions of anything. Poutine, while wonderfully edible and horrifyingly fattening, is no Mother Theresa or Gandhi. But that's just 'cause the world outside of Canada doesn't know about it yet.

We've got a number of places in mind to critique - from Elgin Street Diner, a staple for poutine in the Ottawa Valley, to the many chip trucks parked tantalizingly around Ottawa. We will likely drink-and-poutine here and there (I don't know how to eat at Elgin Street unless it's after-bar) but I promise this will be mainly sober, and possibly sobering depending on the strength of our hearts, blogging.

So bring on the suggestions, and bring on the fries, cheese and gravy.