the ice. this is a normal behavior? people actually do this for fun? david: yeah, yeah. absolutely. this is every day, québécois growing up, playing hockey. canadian national sport, man. anthony: right. and this young one is already being indoctrinated. hello, young man. david: you gonna play hockey? boy: yes. david: you re you re good at hockey? boy: yes. david: are you gonna be a goalie or a player? boy: player. anthony: wow. david: a player. man: oh! anthony: oh, man. wait, am i gonna get, like, a mouthful of puck, by the way? it s being catered with fred and dave s usual restraint. [ david hums fanfare ] david: come eat. anthony: hot cocoa in styrofoam cups? uh, no. try a titanic choucroute garnie a la alsacienne containing flintstone-size hunks of pork belly, poitrine, bacon, homemade boudin blanc, kielbasa, smoked chops, plus, like, veal and pork links. oh, yeah. this is a truly heroic, uh,
you ll notice that nobody in quebec seems to skimp on the portions. a tureen of foie gras, head cheese with cassis mustard. oh, and a ris de veau truffe. that s truffled sweetbreads. and you got some goose hearts persillade for good measure. man: that s a goose heart. david: it s excellent. goose heart. anthony: hearts in general. oh, also you got your morue salee with grilled tomato bread. that s that s salt cod for you anglos. [ david hums ] anthony: i m all swollen up like the michelin tire dude and ready to burst in a livery, omni-directional mist. hotel/motel time for me.
in quebec? uh, it s pretty much obligatory. here s your stick, kid. david: yeah. what else do you do? there s no reason to live here if it s no hockey. anthony: hockey rinks pop up all over this city to accommodate montrealers desire to risk teeth, groin, and limb. and right behind fred and dave s restaurant, joe beef, a pickup game of chefs, cooks, and hospitality professionals is underway. some of these guys, to put it charitably, are a little long in the tooth to be out there swinging sticks at each other and, uh, uh, skidding around on the ice. this is a normal behavior? people actually do this for fun? david: yeah, yeah. absolutely. this is every day, québécois growing up, playing hockey. canadian national sport, man. anthony: right. and this young one is already being indoctrinated. hello, young man. david: you gonna play hockey? boy: yes. david: you re you re good at hockey? boy: yes. david: are you gonna be a goalie or a player? boy: player. anthony
oh! i was freaking out. anthony: and yet these kids today, look at em go. serving a wildly ambitious and quite substantial ever-changing menu out of this this suzie homemaker oven. tonight there s razor clams with buerre noisette. ooh, and a cream of haddock roe. very cool. thank you. i love razor clams. and coquilles saint jacques. you ll notice that nobody in quebec seems to skimp on the portions. a tureen of foie gras, head cheese with cassis mustard. oh, and a ris de veau truffe. that s truffled sweetbreads. and you got some goose hearts persillade for good measure. man: that s a goose heart. david: it s excellent. goose heart. anthony: hearts in general. oh, also you got your morue salee with grilled tomato bread. that s that s salt cod for you anglos. [ david hums ] anthony: i m all swollen up like the michelin tire dude and ready to burst in a livery,
david: you re you re good at hockey? boy: yes. david: are you gonna be a goalie or a player? boy: player. anthony: wow. david: a player. man: oh! anthony: oh, man. wait, am i gonna get, like, a mouthful of puck, by the way? it s being catered with fred and dave s usual restraint. [ david hums fanfare ] david: come eat. anthony: hot cocoa in styrofoam cups? uh, no. try a titanic choucroute garnie a la alsacienne containing flintstone-size hunks of pork belly, poitrine, bacon, homemade boudin blanc, kielbasa, smoked chops, plus, like, veal and pork links. oh, yeah. this is a truly heroic, uh, choucroute. fred: oh, look at the beautiful work of linking these. anthony: it s awesome. this dish is the, uh, single best argument for sharing a border with germany. [ laughter ] and of course the finest wines known to humanity.