Our food issues continued throughout our travels encompassing a 100 mile radius around any town USA.

Disney World offered a few select menus items, some in disguise but each a worse clogger than the last.

Solely from memory, I believe any one of their food kiosks posted some or all of the following; hot dogs, chilli, nachos, hot-dog covered chilli, chilli-fried hot dogs, nacho-fried chilli, hot-dog fried nachos (cheese and onions optional and always with a surcharge equivalent to a mortgage payment).

We tried to adjust and did our best to fit in. The girls even changed the tune to the “Schlotzhauer song” to include the “zee.”

Next stop, the Canadians attempt the drive-thru at Dunkin’ Donuts.

I had tutored Greg as we approached the window to order me a “hot tea” with an emphasis on the word “hot,” otherwise, they would assume I wanted iced tea.

Okay, maybe I didn’t tutor him as we approached the window but rather talked over him while in the process of speaking into the intercom.

Like a fish out of hot water he became flustered and ordered a “tea hot.” We had outed ourselves as Canadians before even having the chance to scramble at the first window while examining each coin to be sure we weren’t handing over any shiny, silver caribous.

Along with the tea-hot, he requested two large, regular coffees.

Duncan: Did you want cream or sugar in your coffees?

Isn’t that what regular means?

Greg: Yes please.

The young male barista (barrister?) handed us the equivalent of two pots of regular coffee and a pot of hot tea with the strings from three tea bags dangling from the lid. Nowhere on their signage did the sizing mention, small, medium or pot.

Just another day for a couple of regular Canadians in any town USA.