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Tim Hortons plays dare-to-eat with poutine doughnuts and bacon coffee

Six things we learned about what Canadians eat, drink and smoke

Settling the crucial question: What’s yummier—poutine, maple syrup or lobster?

Why poutine is Canada’s most delicious mess

Canada is a nation divided by its favourite foods. Poutine bridges the gap, and its popularity is rising.

Chicago hosts first ever Poutine Fest

Charitable event pays homage to Canada’s national delicacy

What students are talking about today (Sept. 18 edition)

Freshman 15, politics in the classroom & anger at OCAD U.

7 surprising facts about poutine

Can you believe someone ate 13 pounds of poutine in a contest?


Calvin Trillin and Adam Gopnik on Canadian comestibles

The two writers talked bagels, smoked meat and ice wine while delighting a crowd of food lovers


First, they took Manhattan

Quebec’s slow but steady cultural takeover of Manhattan nears completion. The New Yorker this week devotes four pages to poutine, but for evidence of the full colonization, listen to Calvin Trillin’s podcast in which he and an editor eat poutine and talk about Canada at a restaurant in the LES. It’s almost like we’re a foreign country or something.


A slice of Montreal in Manhattan

Canada’s finest culinary creation is winning over the Big Apple one greasy fry at a time

Flogging the Live Blog, Dog

So here at DMA central we’ve spent the day drinking coffee, doing calisthenics and watching with mild amusement the return of this comely young career wrecker in preparation for tonight’s French debate, which we will be live blogging. Gilles Duceppe, that old hand, is by far the most adept at these things, and it will be interesting to see how much he throws at Harper will stick. The polls have indicated a considerable drop in Conservative support in Quebec; those same polls, however, indicate a large number of undecided voters. This corner, or at least this half of this corner, predicts a several choice haymakers from Duceppe.


A comment on contemporary mores? A slice of life? Vorshtein?

We have agonized over this editorial cartoon from Saturday’s Globe and Mail (click to enlarge), and we have no idea what it’s supposed to mean. Is this Quebec’s present? Its future? By what mischance did this friendly merchant find himself with his multiethnic panoply-on-wheels in Hérouxville, of all places? What has this unimpressed-looking man been served, and why did he order it if he didn’t want it?