After a night of drinking and gambling in Canada, a few of my buddies and I strolled into Burger King on Clifton Hill at about 3-4 am. We were all schlitzed and waiting in line and I saw poutine on the menu. Being wasted and belligerent, I exclaim what the f-ck is poutine!? One of the "friendly" workers tells me what it is and we all laugh and talk about how random that is and how nasty it sounds. We proceed to make fun of Canada about weird spelling, monopoly $, etc. Needless to say I'm sure there was some extra spit on my burger that night. If there was any doubt as to why Canadians (and people on other countries everywhere) don't like Americans, it was erased that night. Sorry for letting the country down...