Yesterday, I realized that I’m now so Americanized that I’m out of touch with Canadian realities.
My mother was telling me about a restaurant she visited.
“I don’t like it much,” she said. “Besides, it’s very expensive, so I didn’t want to order a lot. So I just ordered two entrees.”
“Why on Earth would you do that?” I asked. “You could have just ordered a small salad and some soup.”
“That’s exactly what I did,” she answered. “I just told you that I ordered two entrees.”
I remained puzzled by the conversation until my sister explained to me that the story occurred in Quebec where “entree” doesn’t mean the main course but an appetizer.