
You wake up as James II/VII on February 7th, 1685. What do you do?
And not in like a “I’d do the same thing because I’d be him” kind of way. I mean to ask what you would have done differently starting from his ascension and no earlier.

And not in like a “I’d do the same thing because I’d be him” kind of way. I mean to ask what you would have done differently starting from his ascension and no earlier.
After a very... sad poutine in Marquette the other night, yesterday for lunch I made my way to Eh! Burger in Munising. They advertised the essential build of fries, gravy, and FRESH curds on their menu. That's exactly what I got! Squeak, no melt at all even down near the bottom, and the UP got redeemed. The landscape alone already does it for this homesick Franco-Ontarian, so coming across this, wild blueberry jam everywhere, and actual good maple syrup *almost* made me feel like I was back home in Mattawa. Now if only SE Michigan could give this a go...
I'm in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for the next few days, and while the landscape definitely does the trick for this homesick Franco-Ontarian, the poutine... Ok so the fries were good, but like Wendy's good. The gravy was probably the best I have had in a poutine in Michigan, but the curds (which of course only came deep fried) were just sad. The whole thing was 9 USD, perhaps the most criminal thing here. I opened the box after just a five minute drive and felt like I was definitely on this side of the border.