The case for the Quebecois hot hamburger.
The woman behind the ordering window is giving me an incredulous look. Perhaps this is because I’ve just eaten a poutine, a guédille aux crevettes (mayonnaise-laden shrimp in a split-top bun), and a club sandwich, and have now ordered a burger smothered in gravy and canned peas, with a beer chaser. Or perhaps it’s because the “hot hamburger” is kind of a local’s order and I’m clearly not from around here. It could also be my French, which is not at all good.