Vic managed to resist making a face, but just barely. "Okay, I think you lost me at the cheese curds." That just sounded unappealing. Extremely unappealing. He was inclined to think that whoever had originally told him about poutine had probably been right in their assessment, though he'd probably give it a try if he ever had the chance. Maybe just out of basic masochism.
As for things he missed from home- "Well, I guess I miss my mom's cooking," he conceded, then gave the question a moment's dedicated thought while he chewed his way through another huge bite of chow mein. "And there is this little drive-in, the kind that used to have waitresses on roller skates way back, that makes amazing cheeseburgers." Which he was so not supposed to eat, what with the whole meat and dairy mixing thing, but he couldn't generally even bring himself to feel guilty about that one.