Try ordering at a french breakfast joint if you want to learn what true humiliation feels like. Having your French criticized by an unexpectedly persistent native speaker is unforgettable. I ordered coffee not crepes, you pretentious Italian-derivative median fish in the world’s tiniest pond. I see you snickering. Who orders a raspberry coffee? Guillaume, if you’re reading this, I hope you never eat a decent croissant again for the rest of your life.
Your first mistake was to speak in a language which randomly decides to have some extra letters which it doesn’t pronounce.
Like english?
Yes, but much worse.
There’s nothing worse in terms of pronunciation than English. French is silly for writing twice as much as what’s pronounced, but at least it mostly follows some rules.
Doesn’t english just get that from being three languages in a trench coat?
One of which is French, yes.
Maybe im the weird one, but I will happily order stuff like the “rooty tooty fresh ‘n’ fruity pancakes” exactly as named on the menu with a huge grin on my face. Or if im feeling silly, I’ll ask for it with a completely deadpan monotone while looking the waiter in the eye.
I’m so glad I’m not a 15 year old boy who would be embarrassed by this nonsense, anymore.
Customer walks out, goes to a non-corporate local diner where they call them “Fruit Pancakes”
“I want the three piece menu”
“we do not have a three piece menu”
“It says so on the poster right above your head”
“Oh, you want the threesome. Gotcha”
There is a cocktail bar i once went to that had drinks such as “doggy style” and “mommy milker” the cocktails were very good.
