Thursday, February 3, 2011

lo siento, no habla espanol

At this restaurant a security guard attached my bag to my chair with a zip tie to prevent its theft and instructed me to free it using a steak knife. Or at least that's what I imagined he said. At another the Spanish-speaking waitress fetched the English-speaking manager in alarm when we ordered chorizo. "You don't have this in your country," the manager explained. "It's like...how do you say...a hot dog without bun? Pork in tiny parts? Are you sure?"

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  1. I want to see a photo of the tiny pork parts! Food photos, please!! Isn't this a food blog after all?

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  2. "Pork in tiny parts". Who needs a picture. This conjures up several pictures for me.

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  3. Can you imagine a US waiter doing that and telling you to hack it off with a steak knife after? So awesome.

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  4. I dunno, Ebids; photos of beef taken in the near dark just aren't that good lookin'. Maybe do as His Momma and use your imaginations.

    So awesome, cranky.

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  5. Ha, Sidekick and I met for breakfast at a local Denny's, where we each in turn almost parked in the handicap spot because the blue curb was covered with snow. Repeat. Snow. We then went in, where, sadly, she realized we now qualified for the 55 and over. The waiter failed to staple her purse to the banquette. So far failing miserably at emulating your Argentinian experience (There's, no place like Buenos Aires, there's no place like Buenos Aires...), we burst into laughter when we realized that our sausage was, of course, 'pork in tiny parts'. and laughed some more. For a brief second, we even forgot about the snow....

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