WTF? Whoever told you this lot of racist, xenophobic claptrap needs a sound smack upside the head.
1. There is an ethnic “pecking order” in Canada, UK immigrants are generally regarded as being higher in the scale than Native Canadian tribes and lower than Chinese and Canadian citizens.
Over the years, I’ve met tons of immigrants from all over the world… places like Israel, Russia, Portugal, France, Guyana, Trinidad, Cambodia, India, Tanzania, Lebanon, the Phillipines and yes… the UK. For that matter, I’m first-generation Canadian myself, as my mother and her parents immigrated from Portugal back in the 60s.
I’ve yet to see any of my immigrant family, friends or colleagues get treated as if they were sub-par to someone who is Canadian-born or sub-par to someone who immigrated from a different country. Granted, they all came as students or as skilled workers, so the experience might be somewhat different for an unskilled worker or refugee, but most would probably tell you that life is still better for them here than it was at home.
2. You can’t get tea (by which I mean English breakfast or similar) in Canada drunk hot with milk.
Quite the opposite, IME. I’m always offered milk with my tea, unless I’m eating in a Chinese or Japanese restaurant (where plain green tea is the default, as is traditional).
Our posh hotels do a traditional British Afternoon Tea service, too, complete with crumpets and clotted cream and lots of fancy-shmancy varieties of black tea.
3. You cannot buy Heinz baked beans or anything similar, apparently Canadian beans are overcooked and contain lumps of pork fat.
I have a can of Heinz baked beans in my cupboard right now, actually.
4. Bread and pies are completely different to those in the UK.
Define bread. Wonderbread? Crusty white sourdough bread? Baguettes? Ciabatta buns? We also have pita, naan, bagels, and lavash, if that’s what suits your fancy.
As for pies, we do have a smaller selection of savoury pies than you’d find in the UK, but it’s not hard to find a pub with steak and kidney pie on the menu.
Aside from non-porky baked beans, milky tea, and steak and kidney pies, we also have bangers and mash, fish and chips (with mushy peas!), and more curry than you can shake a stick at.
The only British foodstuff I’ve yet to find here is a chip butty… but be damned if I can figure out why anyone would eat one of those in the first place.
5. You are frowned upon if you make any kind of positive remark about your country of origin.
What makes Canada such a wonderful place is the sheer diversity of our population. When we talk about our country being a Cultural Mosaic, we mean it.
In Toronto, we have neighbourhoods named after their immigrant populations - Greektown, Little India, Little Italy, Chinatown, Little Jamaica, and more. In one day, I can go for authentic Chinese dim sum, go shopping for sari fabric in Little India, have goat curry roti for lunch from a West Indian shop, have an espresso at an Italian cafe, grab a pint at the British pub while I watch a football match, and then finish the night with a greasy gyros from Greektown. People are never encouraged to forget where they’re from, and I’ve never seen anyone get grief for saying good things about the old country.
That’s why I’d never live anywhere else in the world… not for all the milky tea in Buckingham Palace.