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I still remember visiting my first girlfriend years ago. She was French Canadian and i was meeting her family. Her mom made some sort of pork roast or pork chop. There was a full bottle of ketchup placed next to my seat. I could feel eyes on me. They finally said “its ok if you need to put ketchup on it” It seems quaint now putting ketchup on everything being the worse stereotype Canadians have of the USA