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Strategies & Market Trends : Fascist Oligarchs Attack Cute Cuddly Canadians -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: E. Charters who wrote (831)	11/28/2002 11:26:19 AM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1293

Confirms my suspicions right away that east of 11 is actually a hideout for veterans of the confederacy. Keep the reb flag flying, gatorbreath. The ghost of R.E. Lee and the Fenians stand beside your proud standard. (Skull and crossbones in a confederate cap centered on a field of crossed red bars with a gaelic harp in one triangle, a jalopy in another, a cow in one, and a US dollar in another. Oh, by George, ye got that right..or almost. Yes, the Fenians and memory of them that stood fast with our Bonnie Prince Charlie at Culloden! Yes, yes, the Men from Glengarry and Up-the-Line haven't yet torn loose from our roots! Charming and quaint it is east of 11. There is the odd A&W and DQ joint but there are still holdouts galore of local entreprenuership (whew! took me 20 minutes and 3 dickshunary chks to type that one) that strive to compete with the megalithic factories-of-death they laffingly called "food-chains". By god, yes, there are still many a holdout around. Not just that, but we even have our "regional specialties". Why, down in Glengarry and therebouts, you can still get yer Lancaster Perch -- in season, of course. An' just about most places, ye can get yer taters fried fresh -- best made from good Irish Cobbler taters, skins scrubbed bright and glossy as a bairn's bottom, then run through the cutter just a moment before they go into the bubbling fat. But, Mon! Don't think it stops just here! Go on down east an sample the other regional delicacies. Nothin' quite like yer fresh fried clams down at St. George, or yer lobster rolls along the Northumblerland, or even yer fine Digby scallops from the stand out on Brier Island. Why, while yer a munchin' on them scallops, ye could even hike on o'er to the Joshua Slocum monu-ment and pay yer respects to the first man to sail 'round the globe all on his own. Now there's a fine way to spend an afternoon. An' don't ferget to say 'Gidday' to them good-as-gold lads as run the ferryboats along The Neck. They do us all proud keepin' them ferries a runnin' year in and year out in them terrible rip-tides that runs tru the channels along The Neck. You should start a chain of sorts. Go to all the smallish towns and find the appropriate semi-civ FB and train em to run chip wagons. Actually a semi-franchised operation of bozo stands feeds half of Toronto. Most of the food wagons in Toronto are owned by just a few guys and they all buy off the same supplier with that wierd (another one I can never spel rite, and you would think I could by now, everyone in our family is weird ) .. yellow bread. Bah!! We got a few of them gutwagons 'round these parts too. Not many on yer street corners, but them lads make the rounds of the garages hawking their Donairs to the lads in the trades. Highway robbery, it is!! Some o' them 'prentice mechanics wind up owing half or more o' their paycheck to the gutwagon by the end of the week. But, yes, maybe tis a good i-dear to set up some wagons ta sell fresh-cut Irish Cobblers, Lancaster Perch, an' maybe even import some o' them Digby scallops, and fresh clams. Why, maybe even get into the Lobster Roll business... seein' as how them crafty McDee's even sell their own version down east. Ought to be a law 'gainst it, I say, but then the product speaks for itself,...or doesn't...as the case may be! Well, by god, I think my coffee has gone cold whilst I was a-tappin' this out. Time's a'wastin' an I got things to do and people ta see.