My brother-in-law once held a theory on food: it's nothing more than a vessel for condiments. He would definitely love the peameal bacon sandwich at Carousel. Upon opening up the wrapper, I was a little bit disconcerted to notice that the sandwich was nothing more than just bread and pork. Perfectly breaded, succulent pork certainly. But just peameal bacon. Then, I looked left and saw a line of condiments to the left of the stand. Everything from mustard to horseradish to barbeque sauce was there to dress up the salty, yet subtly divine flavor of the peameal bacon. This is one Canadian experience I'm glad I engaged in during my Toronto trip. My deepest regret was not dining on enough sandwiches to perfect a flavor combination, but horseradish and Regina mustard definitely did the trick.
Note, I did everything in my power to not use the old Friends joke of "Wouldn't Canadians just call Canadian bacon bacon?" joke.