WEST PALM BEACH, Fla. -- While eating my poutine lunch, I was thinking about how we're not doing a very good job of sealing the border with Canada.
Poutine (pronounced, "poo-teen") is a Canadian concoction of French fries, soaked in brown gravy and dotted with marble-sized lumps of cheese curd. Eating it makes you want to shovel snow.
And, yes, the Canadians have misappropriated the most American of foods: the french fry.
At the Poutine Dog Cafe in Lake Worth, Fla., a downtown diner with a distinctly Canadian flair, you can get your poutine 14 different ways.
"There's a large influx of Canadians that come here," said restaurant owner Tim McCarthy, an American with lots of family and friends in Canada. "Lake Worth's a real melting pot."
Should we be concerned about the Canadians?
With such a porous border to the north and laws that allow Canadians to live here for six months a year, we're in danger of having our community overrun with excessively polite people who can explain the icing rule in hockey while putting extra stress on our precious national bacon reserves.
"Poutine is as traditional as apple pie," McCarthy said.