Jules: OK, now, tell me about the polite Canadians?
Vincent: What do you want to know?
Jules: Well, they're really are as polite as people joke about, right?
Vincent: Yeah, they're polite, but not a hundred percent polite. You're still going to get hassled for change on the streets, but mostly by broke American backpackers.
Jules: But the Canadians are polite?
Vincent: Yeah, it breaks down like this: servers in restaurants are always genuinely happy to see you, and when the bus is full or out of service, it actually flashes the word "sorry" on the front and back display. Everybody -- I mean everybody -- thanks the bus driver when they get off at their stop.
Jules: That did it, man -- I'm fuckin' goin' and that's all there is to it.
Vincent: You'll dig it the most. But you know what the funniest thing about Vancouver is?
Vincent: It's the little differences. A lotta the same foods we got here, they got there, but there they're a little different.
Vincent: Well, in Vancouver, all the restaurants that don't have bars close at 10 p.m., even on the weekends. They also don't seem to have a concept of Sunday brunch, even in trendy downtown areas.
Jules: They don't eat brunch at all?
Vincent: Nah, too busy hiking and being wholesome. Probably something to do with the metric system.
Jules: So what do they eat?
Vincent: Fish and chips, except they use salmon instead of cod.
Jules: Salmon and chips. How about the Asian food?
Vincent: Asian food is Asian food, except the dim sum and sushi are better because it comes fresh outta the ocean down the street.
Jules: What about the Italian food?
Vincent: I dunno, we didn't go to that neighborhood because we at two meals a day at this bakery in Chinatown.
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