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| - To the fine folks who keep Canada secure, my husband was clearly part of an international syndicate of syrup smugglers. But rather than make a run for the gate, he stepped out of the security line, explained that he's just a mad-for-maple tourist who forgot about the 3-ounce rule, and checked the gigantic bottle of Les Delices syrup carefully wrapped in layers of T-shirts and nestled in his carry-on.
Les Delices is in the middle of Vieux Montreal, part of the Old-Europe-type architecture that fascinates us Americans. I know, we're suckers for even going into such a touristy spot, but Barack apparently brought Michelle a box of Les Delices cookies, so of course we had to have some. I agree with the other reviewer that the people who work there are really nice, even for Canadians. One girl offered samples when we were visibly overwhelmed by the choices (maple candy, cookies, wafers, syrup, etc.) and helped us choose between the endless varieties of maple-based snacks. (Not that this is relevant, but she was also really cute; I would have totally gone back to the hotel to grab my brother were he not there with his girlfriend.)
Oh, the cookies. They're pleasant, but not terribly maple-y or anything spectacular (insert quip about Canada, if you must). Of course, that didn't keep me from going through almost a whole box in a week. And you know what? Whatever's good enough for the First Lady is good enough for me.
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