Whew, man, poutine is a bigger topic than you might expect. There are some who would argue that the only place to get real poutine is in Quebec, and they are right in the sense that you are more likely to get one made with the best ingredients, ie. proper Belgian style frites topped with squeaky cheese curds (which you can buy as a snack in little bags in every corner store in Quebec) and gravy. And of course there are butthole chefs out there trying to "elevate" the dish by topping it with shaved truffles or some shit and sell it for $20 from a food truck.
Edited to add: if you go somewhere that advertises poutine and they serve you something that uses like shredded or cubed marble cheese instead of real curds, it is legal in Canada to burn that place to the ground.
Those of us who live outside of Quebec have some decent chain poutinerie options like Smokes, which has pretty decent traditional style poutine plus a bunch of options for topped versions with assorted meats and so on. Definitely a good post-drinking meal, in fact that is probably the only time you SHOULD eat it.
A tip for those who don't speak French: make sure you pronounce it "poo-tin", not "poo-teen" and especially not "poo-tan", the latter of which means "whore" in French (and I think Spanish).
Finally, I thought you might enjoy this photo that just came up on my Instagram feed this morning from my friend Tim: a local lottery corporation scratch ticket promising poutine for life. I may just have to start playing the lottery.
Note to self, make "Poutine Pour la Vie" my new personal brand.
I would certainly eat that, but more likely torn up pieces of baguette or cuban bread. Not a big wheat bread eater.