Upon entering The Canadian Cafe, be prepared to be surrounded by all things Canadian, from flags to signs to tourism posters. Jethro, Gaby, and I were bravely led in our expedition by Gomer, an Alberta native who had made it through life without having ever eaten poutine, the Canadian fast food favorite. Poutine consists of fries covered with cheese curds and gravy; this version tasted pretty good but was quite disturbing nonetheless. Wanting the true Canadian experience, I ordered a big, sloppy, half-pound cheeseburger topped with “real Canadian bacon” (also called peameal bacon, made of cured, unsmoked back bacon rolled in cornmeal). We topped the meal off with ridiculously sugary and dense Canadian Nanaimo Bars. Everything was quite Canadian, even down to our stereotypically ultra-friendly server Jacquie (who is actually a Monrovia native and an honorary Canadian).