As a Canadian who interacts with quite a few Americans on a day to day basis, sometimes it’s very tempting to make up an imaginary food item.

“Brb, just need to go grab some lunch – delicious Troulourt*, here I come!”

If ever questioned, I’d just claim it was something with cheese and gravy on it, an explanation that generally seems to mollify our southern neighbours about every other food stuff we claim to cram into our mouths.

[*I think the ‘U’s sell it, but I have no idea how it would be pronounced.]