In the interests of boosting cholesterol, clogging arteries and knocking a further 27-minutes off my life-expectancy, I decide to eat a slab of greasy meat. By happy coincidence, this involves placing an order with a Swedish barmaid.
‘Bacon cheeseburger, please – without the barbecue sauce.’
She stares at me blankly, as if I’ve just spoken to her in Uzbekistani. Perhaps her English isn’t as good as I thought. Undeterred, I stab the menu with my forefinger.
‘This one,’ I say slowly and loudly, in a cod-Scandinavian accent.
‘Oh,’ she replies. ‘You mean you want the barbecue burger without barbecue sauce.’
February 28, 2007 at 7:05 pm
Loving this! Once (or more!) I did order a sub without the bread (I was doing the Atkins’ Diet) – the looks I got!
Thanks for the link BTW! I’ll do the same!
March 1, 2007 at 10:58 pm
speaking like the swedish chef from the muppets usually does the trick with foreigners