it's, like, ten below zero in this freakin' town. and that generally does not spell "good time" for me. a good time for me is more like a palm tree, a beach, a swimming pool, where the only cold thing is my beer. ♪ but, no. these hardy culinarians of the north like to frolic in the snow and ice. more accurately, they like to obey their genetic québécois imperative to risk dental and maxillofacial injury by skating around, slapping at a hard disc, trying to drive it in each other's general direction. i believe they call this sport hockey. this is not in my blood. do you -- do you skate? >> david: yeah, we grew up on rinks like this. >> anthony: does everyone in -- in quebec? uh, it's pretty much obligatory. "here's your stick, kid." >> david: yeah. what else do you do?