Now, no fair. Mentioning Tim Horton’s is just freaking rubbing it in. I was talking to a friend about moving to the great frozen northland - she’s apparently never been there! But I forgot to tell her about Tim Horton’s.
My last trip to Montreal was made more truly Canadian by the experience of a Tim’s maple glazed, consumed while walking thru the season’s first serious accumulation of snow. It was such a moment to savor, I actually got on the web and tried to compute how many points I’d need for an emigrant visa.
Anyhow, that’s some donut ya got there, Canada.
On this same trip I encountered what must be the sexiest goddam name for a candy bar ever: Sweet Marie. I didn’t know whether to eat it or shove it down my pants.
Did you try the Tim Horton’s doughnut before or after they started ruining them, Doug? They had an excellent doughnut; now they have a mediocre doughnut.
They are baking, freezing, and shipping. Disgusting. But, they’re still better than Krispy Kremes and Dunkin’ Donuts.
MMMMM… Butter tarts… Need to go home to Toronto… Must book flight… Need Butter tarts…
Oh wait… Toronto … minus 24 degrees… Must forget butter tarts… til Spring…
Oh, and tarte au sucre. And tire.
Excuse me a moment.
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