>>Next to every Tim Horton's.
>I thought that was Wendy's?
Canada has 10 times more doughnut stores per capita than the US.
I was naive when I moved to the US for the first time as a student: after
emerging from a movie one night, I suggested a trip to the doughnut store
for late night munching & jawing. There was a doughnut store nearby --
uh-oh, it closed at 8:00 p.m, and we were totally out of luck: there was
nowhere near Crossroads mall to just sit and talk indoors. We could sit at
home (ugh) in a noisy bar (double ugh) or outside in the rain.
Closed at 8:00 p.m.! Do American cops go home and stop patrolling at 8:00
p.m.??? Where do angst-ridden teens go to drink hot chocolate and talk when
the high-school dance or band practice just ended and it's cold outside?
Where do eastsiders (those who live on the east side of Lake Washington) get
coffee or hang out late at night?
Eventually, of course, I realized that eastsiders have little life. They go
to Seattle for a life. That's why I now live in Seattle. I'm only one
block away from a doughnut store -- but the doughnuts are so pasty and soggy
I can't eat them. I miss that slight crunch of the exterior and flaky
interior of a real Canadian doughnut.
What else I miss:
Smarties (no, not the little sugar pill candies)
Dave and President's Choice, especially the sauces
Clamato Juice and Bloody Caesar's
Having a cottage or friends with cottages
But, I'll be in Canada on Canada Day this year, doing quintessentially
Canadian things: at the cottage, eating shreddies, hanging out with the
beach crowd and some two-fours.
Bob runs into Doug on King St, carrying a two-four under his arm.
"Hey Doug, what'd you get the two-four for, eh?"
Doug says "Got it for my wife".
Bob replies "Good trade, eh!"