One day, Pierre and Marie, two doctors living in one of the nice neighborhoods of Montreal, received a phone call from the mayor’s office. “Somebody filed a complaint, we must respond. Do you keep chickens in your garden?”
It has become a running joke in Quebec. Buying fresh eggs, raw milk, chicken raised by the farmer next door, or even artisanal jam is sometimes more complicated than buying hallucinogenic weed. Wild game? Forget it.