Dear Mr. Tim Hortons: What the heck?

Recently, while visiting the Sauble River and town of Paisley area of the world (NW of Deforest City, Ontario) with kayaks strapped to the roof of a friend’s van, I ordered one of my favourite Canadian maple do-nuts at a Tim Hortons coffee shop.

Guess what it was called at the shop near Paisley.


["How can you not love this do-nut... and its name?": photo GH]

Canadian Maple, of course. That’s what it’s called all across Canada, and likely in the US as well, because people in the US know about Canada. Many Americans even like Canada and Canadians.

Wait. I lied. My fav do-nut is not called the Canadian Maple in Quebec. In that province it is called Erable du Boston and sits in a lonely tray right beside Creme du Boston.


(I'm not fibbing here).

To find out more about this terrible slight I am going to compose a masterful letter and send it to Mister Tim Horton himself, even though Tim is dead.

I have to know what’s going on around here.

Don’t Quebecers like the taste of Canadian Maple? The sound of the name?

Has Quebec separated from the rest of Canada?

What gives?

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Maybe you already know what’s going on around here.

What’s the scoop?

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