Years ago, before she passed, my wife and I went to Mazatlan.
After about three days, she was “rice and beans... rice and beans... if I see any more rice and beans, I’m gonna puke!”
So the next morning at breakfast, she tried to order French Toast.
They didn’t have a clue, so we explained it to them as best we could.
They brought her slices of toast with scrambled eggs piled on top.
Nice try, but something got lost in the translation. (BTW, she was livid! There was a pile of rice and a pile of beans on the plate!)
On a business trip to China one of the guys with us wanted french toast. He explained to our server(whose English wasn't very good)that you mix up eggs and milk, dip bread in it, fry it and add cinnamon. Boy was he surprised with what he got. He got DEEP FRIED BREAD, sprinkled with Cinnamon with an egg on top. We still laugh about that one.