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Saturday, March 14, 2015

My Culinary Adventures in Canada

I just spent a week in Canada for work, and it was exhausting and awesome all rolled into one. I didn't write at all while I was there, or even hardly look at social media which is pretty unusual for me. I think it was a combination of the whirlwind of busy plus being so entranced by the place that I was just soaking it up. I do have some pics but not nearly enough. WHY didn't I take more pictures?

I don't even know.

What I did take was food pics because that's what we do now. So I thought I'd share a few.

My favorite place we ate in Toronto was a cool Japanese buffet (with a couple American Chinese and American items thrown in for the less adventurous). The food was tasty but my favorite thing was THIS.
My first inclination was fascination but I was a bit scared of it. However, I thought WHY NOT how bad could I get and grabbed one and the sauce pictured. I wish I had lopped off the head now. It was possibly custard, possible vanilla jello if such a thing exists. I'm not even sure. Thicker than custard. The sauce was a vanilla cream-ish thing. It wasn't bad. It wasn't good. It was just ok. It was just entertaining to eat so maybe that's a win.
I was really looking forward to feasting in Montreal as the place is SO renowned for their food, and upon arrival I was treated to a gourmet lunch the locals call "COSTCO".

The carton the food was served in was so oddly shaped - I suppose that's because of the metric system, I just don't know. But I enjoyed their strange and exotic faire. It was a culinary adventure the likes of which I haven't seen in MONTHS! 

I went out to dinner with a good friend who quickly righted the above travesty by introducing me to the local comfort food, poutine. I have to admit, I was skeptical because to me it just sounded like TOO MUCH.
I was quickly converted to the other side.
My team at work sought to also introduce me to local flair for lunch the next day and had food brought in, which was tasty but hey I forgot to take a picture. I don't know what's wrong with me, forgetting to photograph my food!

Dinner that night was really about the best suggestion ever from Christa, which was that we go to Romados and dine on their chicken.
There was nothing about this idea that was bad. It was better than the poutine even.
I couldn't even finish my food there was so much, and the chicken was so fiery hot it was amazing.
The wee custard pie was the perfect finish, even though I was too full to eat honestly.

I ate french fries and massively fattening foods nearly every day except breakfast and while I was gone a miracle happened. I didn't gain any weight.

My friend Erik had a great explanation for that.

The metric system, obviously.