At long last, Paris gets its first Maison de la Poutine

It’s noon on a rainy Saturday afternoon in Paris.
It’s not the usual Parisian spring drizzle, the wishy-washy kind that can’t seem to make up its mind whether it wants to stay or go.
No, today, the rain is steady and heavy, emptying the streets of the normally bustling 2nd arrondissement and beating down hard on the umbrellas of half a dozen people who have lined up outside a cheery, bright blue restaurant facade — the only sign of life on rue Mandar on this particular af