We all complained about the food in the military, but it beat school cafeterias, and is certainly better than the massively over-priced crap available at airports and sports events.

Molson’s Golden Ale rings a definite bell! Yeah… I was taken to this small town where their claim to fame was this amazing red molasses. They also made “Canadian Army Molasses Cookies” which apparently were from an official ’40’s Army cook book. Hell of a lot better than the ANZAC Cookies we got! (Though I admit to liking those also, but not as much!) Apparently the trees they tapped for sap were unique to that area. There are a number of things I liked about Canada (at least in the 80’s & 90’s). Sadly, things change. And for whatever reason, usually for the worst (as Sir Pratchett likes to point out in his way). 😉

Yep, Moosehead is a decent brew. I used to drink a lot of Molson’s Golden Ale on tap at my favorite bar in a town near Rochester, NY. Now they have merged with Coors, so I assume the beer is watered down.

Well, you can’t expect Parliament to put up with all of the restrictions of the common people 😈 [I’m re-reading “Last Continent” at the moment.]

I enjoyed my time in Canada. I even thought of emigrating there once. But I decided it was a bit too close to the USA for my comfort. 😉 😛

I used to like Moosehead beer (from memory) here after I returned from Canada/USA. We had a bar run by an ex-pat Canadian, who had family working for a brewer in Canada. 🙂 Was a very nice cosy & friendly bar. Even had a big fireplace that was great in winter (was in Sydney’s Southern Cross, the #1 NSW ‘red light’ district. Of course, the most expensive ‘ladies of negotiable affection’ are in Canberra, and why the ACT is a Territory, not a State. That kind of thing is illegal in States… Mostly. 😉

The border stations in the boonies are a real pain because anyone with any ambition is trying to leave them, so they go into full overkill mode to find something to pad their performance reviews. The Canadians don’t care because you are spending money, but the US border people have always been a PITA.

my one road trip to the great white north i had no trouble getting into canada, but my coming back into this country was a different story. the border people took one look at my florida drivers license, ordered us all out of the car, and searched it (and the cameras, the rolls of film, the sleeping bags…) for two hours. they tried to call in a drug dog, but the quickest one could get there was several hours later (yes, we were in the boonies somewhere, not sure where), so they reluctantly let us through.

Whatever old movie channel my Mother is watching has had Mountie movies all day.

I’d go for a Dudley Do-Right/Sergeant Preston of the Yukon festival.

It’s a bit warm out there for a toque 😉