When I got married, I took my new bride to Lake Placid, NY. Of course, we were curious, and the bride wanted to see Canada for the first time so we crossed the border into Quebec. Right at the border station, the French Canadian border agent asked me the reason for my trip. I replied that we were on our honeymoon and wanted to see Canada. He then replied, but why did you pick Quebec? He repeated it over and over like he didn't want us there. We picked it because it was there. Why did we need a reason before we would be allowed to cross into Quebec? He then waved us through.
We drove through Montreal not encountering any problems. It was only later when we got to Beloiel that we didn't feel welcome. No one would talk to us, and don't tell me that no one spoke English. We spent the night in Beloeil.
The next morning, we proceeded on. It got worse in Quebec City. We sat down at a restaurant and no one would even bring us a menu. I grabbed a menu from another table, but still no one came to take our order. We then left and went to a delicatessen next door. We went in separately. I was using my wife as bait. I did have Canadian money so bought oranges and apples. My wife played the poor little lost American girl and found quite a few Frenchmen able to speak fluent English. She bought enough sandwiches to sustain us for a little longer. As we left, we waved at the French Canadian sitting on the picnic table, who just knew he would score with this naive young American girl. Later as we crossed into New Brunswick, we couldn't help but notice a large contingent of French Canadian businesses and French signs all about. We decided not to stop, considering the reception we had encountered previously. We went farther into NB and found a small motel with English signs. We spent the night, and the next morning went to breakfast at the small restaurant. It was there we met the owner of the small motel and related our earlier experiences. She nodded in agreement, telling us that she couldn't even get a job in town because she didn't speak French. That is why she opened up her own motel to make a living. She told us how much she hated French Canadians and what they had done to the provinces so close to Quebec. It was the same as we went farther into NB, everyone was very friendly, but when you mentioned Quebec, they would sneer in disgust, citing how that province had ruined Canada's reputation.
Whenever I would go to Virginia Beach, once in awhile, I would encounter French Canadians, who would try to push you aside as they walked through the crowds, shouting at you, unintelligibly. Now, maybe I just met some asshole, and that wasn't an indication of all French Canadians, but remember, I visited the country, and mostly everyone, I encountered was rude and when other non French Canadians share your same views, it starts you wondering. We all can't be bigots. As a result, I don't have very good memories of French Canadians. My cousin and his wife used to go to Quebec to hunt elk, and both of them agreed with me in saying that the FC's were not very nice people.