Coming up next - Bourdain eats a food he's never tried before...as shocking as that sounds.
From DP Jeremy Leach: "After shooting the beaver trapping scene we went back to the trappers house for some good ol' fashioned beaver stew. (Delicious! Tasted just like beef stew...disconcertingly large bones though.) After the food scene, we were treated to a shot of what was described as homemade moonshine made with masticated beaver castor sac. For the uninitiated, the castor sac is located near the anal gland of the beaver. Castoreum (the liquid inside the castor sac), in combination with urine, is used for scent-marking. Anal glands, urine, scent-marking...how could this go poorly? It was much like drinking wet fur doused in Drakkar. During this ceremonial post-beaver trapping rite-of-passage, I learned that the beaver castor sac is actually quite valuable in that the castoreum is a common additive in high-end perfumes. Hence the Chanel No. 5 aftertaste that lasted ALL DAY."
"When you eat beaver, you understand that its beaver," says Martin Picard. They're about to eat it...
These three had a good time, all episode...
From Eatocracy: "Choucroute garnie
Choucroute garnie, or "dressed sauerkraut," is a heaping platter of juniper-simmered sauerkraut, pork products and boiled potatoes. This hearty Alsatian dish is - in typical French fashion - meant to be served with a quality, whole-grain mustard. It's a meaty dose of comfort food for the frigid days of the Canadian winter."
From DP Jeremy Leach: "Ice skating. Lots of ice skating. Adults ice skate. Octogenarians ice skate. Teens ice skate. Babies ice skate. Seriously. Everyone ice skates in Quebec. It was a beautiful, temperate evening in Quebec City. The sun had just set. It was about 10 below with gale force winds. Workers were streaming out of their office buildings downtown, donning their ski pants, down jackets, wool hats (or "tukes" colloquially), ski masks, and ski goggles for the relaxing walk home. Who would want to be inside on a night like this? We were shooting b-roll down in the historic district, battling the elements and the quickly dissipating daylight. We happened upon a small, public skating rink in front of a beautiful historic building. A zamboni had just come out and cleaned the ice. I thought to myself - "That's it. They're done for the day. It's obviously too cold to be out in the elements." But this is Quebec. Within seconds of the zamboni leaving the rink, scores of people swarmed onto the ice. One elderly couple in particular caught my eye. They skated so gracefully together, so unperturbed by the frigid cold and wind, I assumed this had been their nightly ritual since they were teenagers. They spun and dipped, hand-in-hand, as they glided around the cool blue ice. A great way to stay warm."
"It's purely emotional. There's nothing rational about it." - Fred on the rail system in Canada.
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