by Danielle Del Vicario
A few days ago, I asked some of my British friends to describe “Canadian cuisine”. After a fumbling silence, they all mumbled something about moose and maple syrup and my dearest roommate replying, “Maple leaves. Just maple leaves on a plate…”
Today, our societies (and our universities) seem to revolve around the idea of ethnic cuisine. As students, we eagerly await Indian night and spend more hours searching out the best sushi bar than we do studying. But, what do we eat the rest of the time? Is there such a thing as Canadian cuisine?