"No, I like it here," I assure him honestly. Bittle went to all this trouble to set this up for me, and I want to enjoy it. I give the dogs another set of treats to distract them and then move closer to Bittle, watching him fondly before reaching for my plate of poutine again. It's cooled off a little by now, fries gone a bit soggy, but it's still delicious. "What other amazing Canadian delicacies await me, eh?"