On Wednesday, 11 May 2022 at 22:37:35 UTC+1, peps...@gmail.com
> When I was a teenager, my grandparents took me and a boy my own
> age out to a Chinese restaurant.
> There was a small English section from the menu, and the boy
> consistently ordered from there. If I remember rightly, it was
> fish and chips but it was definitely something English.
> I found this (slightly) irritating. It seemed kind of against the
> spirit of the occasion which seemed to me clearly
> an opportunity to enjoy Chinese food, at a time when I was still
> young enough to find this exciting.
Reminds me of a glorious holiday I had a few years ago in Turkey.
We found a very nice Chinese restaurant and frequented it several times.
The last night there was memorable, if for no other reason than a loud-mouthed, fat, bald Yorkshire bloke ordering curry sauce and chips and the waiter gloriously rebuking him with "this is a restaurant Sir, we don't serve chips". (The "chips" word was almost spat out).
Even better was the response: "why the f**k not, my Chinky restaurant back home serves them".
Brilliant. And the Brits wonder why the rest of the world hates them.