I beg to differ.
Decades ago, I worked in downtown Ottawa, Ontario. At the time, there were dozens of ‘chip trucks’ (predecessors of today’s food trucks that appear in most cities) serving fa(s)t food at noon, including poutine and ‘Pogos’ (aka corndogs in the US). I tried poutine and a Pogo and found them very tasty. I went back to the office, remarking how ‘tasty’ I found the poutine.
Most of my fellow workers were French Canadian and picked up quickly when I pronounced ‘poutine’ as “Pee-tun” rather than “Pooh-teen” (phonetic spelling). They had a great laugh at that and asked if I had gone to a strip club for lunch. I didn’t get it. Eventually, after plenty of comments in French and much laughter had by all (but me), a young French lady explained as delicately as possible, that a “Pee-tun” (putain) had certain anatomical features that I did not!
I was mortified at what I had said, to the point that for years, I would not say ‘poutine’, for fear of mispronouncing the word. Instead, I referring to it as “french fries with cheese curds and gravy”.
If you have not yet guessed the word that I spoke, you may find it quickly using translation software. Please make sure you are not drinking any liquids when you do this as I am not prepared to pay for a new keyboard for you!
I was referring to that word. :>}