Far be it from me to poke fun at any Europeans' English. With the exception of the German-speaking countries, nowhere is the locals' English worse than my abilities in their own language. This, however, couldn't keep us from a smile or two (alright - also some belly laughs) when recently reviewing the English-language menu kindly provided to us at a small tapas bar in Seville, Spain.
It all started with: "Clouds of Chicken" . We've all seen clouds with shapes that remind us other things, but fowl? And on my plate?
Then we had: "Muffled Shrimp". Makes sense to me: if there's anything I hate it's a loud-mouthed little guy.
This was quickly followed by: "Mussles to the Garlic". And, right behind: "Eggplant to the Oven". What is this - a menu order, or some twisted Hitler Army order?
Up until this point, all seemed well. I'm sure I could have enjoyed any of these unpredictable meals. But the final entree remained, I'm afraid, off limits: "Cream of Scum".
It was about at this point that we asked where the nearest McDonalds was...
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