I went out for dinner with Cliff, my sister and friends. Cliff is
somewhat unfamiliar with ethnic foods. He's more your meat and potatoes sort of guy. Nevertheless, we somehow always sucker him to eating at places he would not normally eat at. I guess it's our retribution for all those horrible Dutch dropjes he dared us to try.
This time our weapon of choice was Indian food. The first bit of comedy came when he asked the waitress, with suspicion in his voice, "When it writes
herbs and spices, what does that exactly
mean?" Later, we all had a good laugh when she asked him if he wanted it mild, medium or hot. However, the highlight of the night came when his meal actually came and she placed down his small plate (a heavily seasoned rice and beef dish) and an empty large plate. After she left he asked us, "Why the hell do I have two plates? Am I supposed to transfer the rice to that one then eat it? Why can't I just eat out of the first one?" He was still shooting off his plethora of questions when the waitress returned so we started to chant, "Ask her! Ask her!" The waitress heard us chanting and patiently stood over behind him. He didn't really want to ask but with the chanting and her waiting, he had very little choice. So Cliff -- looking a little naive and embarrassed -- cocked his head towards her and asked, "What exactly am I supposed to do with this?" The waitress looked a little confused. But after a moment, almost like she was talking to a toddler, she simply said "You eat it." I don't know if it was one of those
you had to be there moments, but we couldn't stop laughing.
