In the litany of xenophobic slang, “Quebexicans” may be my favorite, and maybe one Ive used too often in the poutine line at Jay Peak or on the beaches here in the summer, when all of Montreal deems it a good idea to drive 6 hours to New Hampshire to surf shitty waist-high waves, putting their hardcore surf factor several dozen magnitudes above my own, especially since I live 5 minutes from the beach.
At any rate, they’re nice people and wear the same tall tees as all us anglophone losers here in the US. Quebec City also has Boston beat for quaintness by a factor of 100. Here’s François Lagersie and Manu Fombeurre shredding nearby Mt. Saint-Anne for the lens of Tatu Martin. C’est bon, ‘Merica!