Funny, isn’t it, the bemused contempt felt for the customs of any given country by it’s nearest neighbours: the French freak out the British, who freak out the Dutch, who freak out the Americans, who freak out everybody, not least the Canadians…
From Paulitics:
“Top 5 things I saw in America which, as a Canadian, freaked me right out”
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To celebrate my return to this frigid, yet comparatively sane country, I felt it worthwhile to relay a list of five items which I saw during my travels which the locals thought was perfectly normal (I presume), but which freaked the heck out of me as a Canadian:
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#4
A breakfast creation in upstate New York called “Stuffed French Toast”. What does “Stuffed French Toast” entail, you naïve non-American might ask? It’s French Toast (which, keep in mind is cooked in butter) stuffed with bacon, eggs and processed cheese (which they proudly call ‘American processed cheese’, I presume, to distinguish it from real cheese which could, after all, be French and/or offer unAmerican nutritional content). But here’s the kicker: on top of your “Stuffed French Toast” cooked in butter, you will find… a square of butter.
Did I mention Poutine?
