*I've* eaten poutine, on multiple occasions even, and lived to tell the tale. And I'm not even Canadian.

You know those post-CotW fics where Ray realises, hey, it's the arctic, and you really just have to shovel calories in to keep alive? Well, that pretty much explains poutine. It makes a lot more sense if it's 20 or 30 below and you buy it from a chip wagon on a street corner and eat it while waiting for a bus and trying not to freeze.