This “iced poutine” does not, as best I can discern, have any actual poutine in it. I think it’s the Québec version of the “spaghetti ice cream” you see in novelty restaurants sometimes, with ice cream “noodles” made with a garlic press and raspberry “spaghetti sauce” and maybe a couple Oreo “meatballs” on the side. It’s a hoax. It does not tick a square on your authentic-Montréal-foods bingo card.
Despite the spelling, poutine is not pronounced “poo-TEEN.” You say poo-TINN, and it is Québec’s unofficial official comfort food.
French fries, cheese curds, and brown gravy are the base model; thousands of possible additions* grace the menus of poutine restos all over town. If you’re a tourist you will be incited to try it at least once, along with Schwartz’s famous smoked meat and MTL’s rival bagels.**
I will also add, poutine is not pronounced POO-tin like the Russian demagogue, despite one restauranteur’s effort to disassociate poutine from the invasion of Ukraine.
Now I’m hungry.
*bacon guacamole roasted veggies balsamic Philly cheese steak bolognese sauce corn dogs peas vegan sausage feta cheese pepperoni etc. and so on
**If you want the best experience of Schwartz’s, the bagel wars, and maybe some warm rugelach while you take it all in, book one of the Museum of Jewish Montreal‘s food tours and enjoy great noshes with a dash of fascinating local lore. The museum’s website has great reads and striking imagery illuminating MTL’s Jewish history, too.