I can’t see a byline for this very funny piece in the Globe. Maybe he’s worried about raising the ire of everyone in the cities mentioned? After all, we urban types are a touchy lot.
Population: Who’s askin’?
Sports team: The Rouge Sox
Official food: Anything fried in sugar
Quebec and Boston, two cities where visitors can’t understand the locals, now one city where the locals can’t understand the locals.
The inevitable French-New England patois of the clashing tongues would inject fresh DNA into the stilted Northeast vernacular, producing such sweet, nasally phrases as “pahk le cah dans Hahvahd Yahd.” What could be more sing-songy than a redneck Frenchman with a Cambridge accent?