Back in December my work mates and I went to Smoke's Poutinerie for lunch (http://thefreespiritz.blogspot.ca/2012/12/end-of-world-poutine.html). During this outing, Peter started talking smack about how he could be a champion poutine eater. Sarah and Audrey rose to the challenge and a date was set for February 15th for what would be forever know as the Poutine-Off.
There was daily trash talk from this initial lunch date through to the actual date of the Poutine-Off about who would reign supreme as the ultimate poutine eating title-holder. The challenge was taken very seriously by my work mates. Rules were drafted – the full portion must be consumed in the least amount of time, no performance enhancing drugs (i.e. laxatives), etc. The winner would receive a Poutine-Off trophy and the glory of being undefeated – the loser would have to buy a round of coffee for the contestants and the judges.
I offered to participate as a judge – partly because I was curious as to how the challenge would go done and partly because I knew this blog would just write itself. I also volunteered to make the trophy for the victor.
The trophy - Monsieur Poutine tête...
...with his cheese curd afro
The big day arrived. The excitement in the office was palpable. Choruses of ‘ “Fry” of the Tiger’ could be heard being sung throughout the cubicles. There was also arguments as to who as “going down” in this battle of gastronomic proportions.
At 11:30 a.m. sharp, we gathered at Smoke’s Poutinerie on Adelaide (www.smokespoutinerie.com). The orders were placed and all bets were off.
The champion was Carlos, who took the contest by eating the chicken fajita poutine in six minutes and sixteen seconds. Fast on his tail was Sarah, with the pulled pork and bacon poutine, in just less than seven minutes. Carlos, a gracious winner, said that was sharing the trophy with Sarah who he considered to be a worthy competitor. It is now shared between both their desks.
And Peter the wise guy who started it all with his smack talk? It was pretty much a tie between him and Audrey for third place. To add to his crushing defeat was the fact that his subway ride did not bode well after the Poutine-Off. I am not sure if his wooziness was caused by so much food in such a short span, or if was the chants about how he was beaten by a girl.
In last place was (Won’t be done until) May, who was disqualified for not finishing all of her portion. She is treating us to coffee tomorrow.