It was surprisingly delicious. I was expecting what we call gravy down here, but this was aggressively beefy and mildly spicy. If it was authentic I understand the hype now. What I tasted is not a snack, and it's not quirky or funny. It tasted like struggle food in the best way. It hit the same spot as a good ramen, but heartier. Like pot roast, with the ratios extremely lopsided. Mostly potato, with the beef reduced to fibers floating around in the gravy. And it was a very gritty gravy, not silky. I will get it again soon and get pictures.
Last night I had a dream in which some ancestors told me to find poutine and try it. That doesn't really make sense since my family left Quebec well before poutine was invented (I don't know exactly when, but pre-Prohibition for sure), but I am the last person who's going to argue if a dream gives me very clear instructions. And that's my dad's side of the family, so I was especially inclined to listen to anything they wanted to tell me. And they nudged me towards a specific place, and I checked and they do have poutine on the menu, and here I am.