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A series of documentary photography of the meals selected by prisoners before their execution.
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August 29, 2009 at 10:45 am
Mine would be a bowl of Poutine and a Montreal Smoke Meat sandwich, served to me by some hot Quebecois chicks.
August 29, 2009 at 3:07 pm
I’ve never actually eatan Poutine before. In fact, I’ve never actually SEEN it before.
August 29, 2009 at 9:38 pm
It’s crispy fries (they have to be crispy), fresh cheese curds (without the orange food colouring), and Poutine sauce (it’s pretty much gravy). Fries go in the bowl, then the curds on top, then the sauce is heated and poured over everything.
And that’s just regular Poutine. There are many different kinds in Montreal, like Italian Poutine (fries, green peppers, and marinara sauce) and one that adds Smoked Meat to the regular kind. Outside Quebec we mainly just get the regular kind.
August 29, 2009 at 11:19 am
Is that an olive at the bottom?
August 29, 2009 at 11:41 am
Fried oyster poor boy, cayenne cheese grits, Abita Turbo Dog beer. Eat the grits and drink the beer first, then start on the poor boy. I’ll be dead before they stop by to see if I’d like seconds.
August 29, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Guard! Guard!! Nº3 Please…
August 29, 2009 at 7:32 pm
these photos have made me sad
August 29, 2009 at 9:54 pm
They don’t have a sample of the spread that I’d like. Doesn’t matter what her name is.
August 29, 2009 at 11:31 pm
Prison is so depressing that a prisoners last meal is depressing. At least order a Prime Rib!
August 30, 2009 at 1:03 am
A last meal seems pointless. I’d opt for a case of beer or a bottle of rum if alcohol was an option, and hammer it all down, then just get the fuck on with it.
August 30, 2009 at 8:20 am
Death Penalty: Proving that america is nothing short of a barbarous hellhole.
August 30, 2009 at 11:19 am
Why swan filters and pre-rolled tobacco? And why Pall Mall?
August 30, 2009 at 3:28 pm
Caesar salead, then steak au poivre with 2lbs of King Crab legs, lemon cheesecake, and a Guinness to wash it all down with.