We have a chain of bar/restaurants called "Moose Wanooski." My friend Julia and I ended up at one once, when there was nothing else around. I didn't mind the dozen or so flat screens, covering every sport imaginable. It was the noise levels that I had to scream over, which left me painfully hoarse. Finally we gave up chatting (read yelling at each other) and just watched the half dozen or so birthday celebrants get their faces dunked in cream pies while the wait staff, dressed as moose, sang the HB song!!
I worry that the moose in its many reincarnations may become the symbol of Canadian culture. E-gads, I hope not! When I lived in England, I was told that the only folk song that children learned in school for Canada was something about a lumber jack. The singer was pining (no pun intended) for her "logger lover" who stirred his coffee with his thumb! Alas!!
Time maybe to practise my French and whip up some Blueberry mousse, which civilized people eat with a spoon :)
Have a great day!!