I think that the prevalent feeling in the Great White North is that only those who speak English are allowed to consider themselves as Canadians, at least as far as feelings towards the US are concerned. They tend to ignore all of that mass of Province Quebec and the Maritimes.
We spent many a happy week up in Quebec City, while the boy attended and then worked at a hockey camp at Laval University, and it's a whole different world over there. Little flaws like no refills on fountain drinks were more than made up for by such things as the McHommard (a lobster salad sandwich at the Golden Arches) and old world charm. As long as you keep a a sharp eye on how they give you change for American money, they're all right.
We spent many a happy week up in Quebec City, while the boy attended and then worked at a hockey camp at Laval University, and it's a whole different world over there. Little flaws like no refills on fountain drinks were more than made up for by such things as the McHommard (a lobster salad sandwich at the Golden Arches) and old world charm. As long as you keep a a sharp eye on how they give you change for American money, they're all right.