Europhile: C'est ma vie!

A year of misunderstanding menus, or, how poor people can't afford to eat in places with English-language menus.

Clark Kent spoke English, and was able to explain that the dish we were about to order was squid. He didn’t explain that it was whole squid, but that was okay.

Yet it occurs to me, after 8 months of ordering food that I don’t exactly understand on the menu, that even eating is something of an adventure. And frankly, even when you can read the menu, you don’t know what you’re going to get. You might as well close your eyes and point.

It also occurs to me that this is probably safer, if not nearly as interesting, in America, where you’re unlikely to end up with things on your plate that look back at you.

posted by europhile @ 09:49