"Talk about a cheat day," I say with a laugh, patting my stomach as he unloads the basket with all sorts of Canadian staples. "You're going to have to roll me back home."

I don't sound all that upset about it, though. I'm going to eat to my heart's content, even if I'll have to run all day tomorrow. After a few more bites of poutine, I set the plate down pull over the other containers, peeking into them curiously and loading up my plate. "I have to save room for pie. Because I assume there's pie."