Quebec pt 2

We've had to do a lot of adjusting since crossing the border. At first, we thought that our 4G hotspot wasn't getting enough of a signal, but we found out that we needed the 'Canada' software download.
Now we have access (just about) everywhere. Good thing too; we've made the transition from Hotel room to camp site. WAAAAAAY expensive on Marriott, and they don't seem to care Julie works for them... NO special rates. One place we called was $269 Canadian for one bed, single occupancy. 
We're really happy with the $30 KOA spot to pitch a tent. Crazy road signs take some getting used to, but I'm getting there, but they seem to be regional; we've gotten more than a few laughs trying to figure them out.
Quebec was pretty cool, but if you're coming up, plan on everything being ridiculously expensive. In fact a lot of people have said Quebec is like the North American Paris... B.S.  The only thing that reminded me of Paris was the prices. Quebec was an interesting mix of french cuisine (one or two steps removed from traditional recipes), an American grid city layout, a good amount of local history, and a lot of Quebecan quirkiness. The french baguettes here are exceptional, and I recommend eating in a "Boulangerie/Pattisserie". Great north american version of the old school (France) eats. The old town condos and apartments are kind of Georgetown (DC) meet San Francisco. Businesses on many of the ground floor units. Narrow, compact living spaces. Lots of joggers and locals. hustling around running errands and catching some lunch. I also noticed that the pants worn around here (mainly women) are at least one or two sizes tighter than anywhere else in N America. Looking good ladies!
Some Ottowans were telling us that local city of Quebecans have unofficially banned English. I'm ok with that. I mean they can do whatever they want as far as I'm concerned, BUT they don't even speak proper french, AND they have brought in Subways and other American brands... Bit hypocritical if you ask me. In retrospect, the fact that I chose not to confuse the locals with proper French probably had a lot to do with the fact that I imagined every cash register counter having the customary hand sanitizer pump dispenser (filled with KY). I mean I grabbed a seat on a quaint little restaurant/pub patio, and asked for a draft beer. The server proceeded to inform me that unless I was getting food as well, I couldn't just sit and have a beer. WTF? So I tried a few other places, and finally found a place that would just serve me an Ice cold beer. Metric system cut my Pint to some shorter version, and the damage was $8... for a decent 'local' beer. You got to be kidding me. Btw, the 'deal' at Subway across the street was a happy hour "special": After 4 PM, you get your choice  of four  6" subs for $9.95. Chips, drink, tax not included of course. I don't even like Subway, but that is downright wrong.

Needless to say, we didn't stay too long. It felt like an episode of the Twighlight Zone: Short, Weird, and everyone knows that the next episode will have nothing to do with the last one. Maybe we'll find Montreal more to our taste.