So...after much imbibing, laughing/singing/jammin'/eating/partying at Canoe, my 1st worry...how easy is it gonna be to get home...We could wait on the Canada crowd, but they are pretty far behind us meal wise...nope, best to just walk on out, and hope for the best with this "route cab system"..well what do you know...there's one sitting right across the street, as if we had called a service 20 min ago...I remember reading<make sure you settle on price first> "Seastar for $200?", .."$300 will do it" he says...good enough for me, based on the rough exchange rate in my head, it's like $3.25US...no complaints here...So, we get back to room, it's after dark...take what I might call a combat nap for like an hour, and decide to go down to the bar...after a round or 2 of Red Stripes we decide to for the 1st time ever try some poutine.....I dunno how Quebec authentic this stuff was, but.....WOW!!...heart attack on a plate yes, but we were on it like it was opium...why had I not thought of this creation myself? The irony of it is that folks in the South would LOVE this stuff. Sorry folks, I couldn't get a picture but trust me...try it. .....well that did it...after we shared that plate we were officially death marching it up to the room for our first sleep, barely even took in the gleeping of the tree frogs before we were Out!!