Two nightmares I have experienced:
1. A pizza in Paris (” Did they just plop an egg on that?”)
2. A lasagna in Landstuhl (Germany)
1. A pizza in Paris ( Did they just plop an egg on that?)
2. A lasagna in Landstuhl (Germany)
The egg thing really surprised me also. Have to learn to order one without the egg.
“A pizza in Paris ( Did they just plop an egg on that?)”
We experienced that in Belgium - we had to slide it off, scrape, dap with a napkin, and then procede. We learned to read the menu more carefully after that; pizza + uf is bad.
On a different note, we used to get pretty decent hard tacos just outside Futenma MCAS on Okinawa.
I’m a Texan and bought what from the picture should have been a simple Tex-Mex, folded crisp taco in Kansas City, MO. around 1974.
I forget the other details, but the cheese was American, and the ‘hot sauce’ was ordinary ketchup.
I was also shocked to eat Chili con carne on spaghetti in Kansas City, not too bad by the way.
The taco is as memorable as a hot dog I bought in rural France, the colors and parts were there, a bun, a wiener looking thing, and a mustard of a sort, but it was all totally foreign from an American hot dog.