July 2nd, 2009
NYT today had a piece about 11 Canadian expats that was charming (is there another word to describe them). It was so charming that I could not pick just one quote; however, it was NOT so charming that I felt a need to go beyond two.
I remember singing “God Save the Queen” every morning in school. “Long live our noble Queen!” we belted, thousands of us tubby little obedient Canadians. I guess it worked. She’s still alive.
—Rick Moranis
I realize I know nothing about Canada beyond poutin and those amazing sugary maple-leave candies at fairs every fall, which are probably not Canadian at all. I knew it had some sort of relationship with England, what with their lax immigration and decorative dollars. But 1965? They’re lucky a maple leaf is ALL their flag has on it.
The city [Vancouver] has the worst pizza. To be fair, it’s more like a tie for last with every other Canadian city. In fact, I miss how charmingly terrible the pizza is. It’s like watching a preschool ballet recital.—A.C. Newman
