A little earlier than expected, we made our way to the Food Building for a less-than-healthy lunch--but hey, it's the end of the summer, so why not indulge? Pops inhaled an obscene pile of poutine, not to mention his traditional pickle-on-a-stick. We then inspected the International Pavilion for some gift items--including a Beatles blanket from a music memorabilia dealer--before the boys nodded off and we made our way back home...
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