Can all of you Anglos please stop complaining that you didn't understand? When I have to order my tacos and guacamole, or chow mein, or eisbein mit kartofln, pot au feu, vindaloo, bami goreng, chili con carne, jambalaya, spaghetti carbonara, gefilte fish, alfredo, or what have you in a language other than goddam yoghurt-speak, I do not feel offended. And by the way, learn Dutch, asshats, I'm tired of having to say "that's okay, we speak English". There are several bi-lingual, tri-lingual, and multi-lingual countries on the planet, ALL of whom more or less put up with Americans and their shitty half-assed semi-English only.
Also, lutefisk is NOT an English word. Neither are salami, frankfurter, and nachos.
Dig?
The Marseillaise was NOT written in English, but y'all understood it perfectly well in that famous scene in Casablanca.
How on earth do Americans travel to Europe, given that so many of them are quite unable to speak even decent English? Do they take remedial courses before they go?
I guess 'Mime' is unversally understood.
They probably walk all over Paris and London yelling "pizza, pizza", and eventually someone will point them in the right direction. Hard Rock Cafe and Starbucks.
The local menu at McDonalds probably baffles them.
Une Royale Wid-Chise, s'il vous plait.
That's a quarter-pounder avec fromage Americaine. For all of you monolinguals. Bon jower, mah-dumwasell, commang ally vew? Parlay vew Angleh? Shuh swee A merry cane, nuh compran pah luh dis coors see veel. Parlay ahnglay lan tuh mahn.
Or you could simply pack jars of pickled pigs feet ("the official snack of the South") in your bag along with the supermarket bread you prefer. The customs officials will understand that you aren't planning to sell it.
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