One of the things that makes travel in the USA easier than travel in, say, Laos, is that you don't have to worry about what you're going to get when you order a meal. We all speak the same language, don't we?
I'm not sure that Martha always speaks mine. She's worked at the Palm Cafe in Orick, northern California for 52 years, and now runs the place with her husband Red. A grand lady originally from Pennsylvania, she once served President Lyndon Johnson and his wife, Ladybird.
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I'm Martha, and I'll be your slice of Americana today |
I wonder if the First Couple, like me, ordered biscuits, gravy, sausage and hash browns for their brunch? And I wonder if they, too, were presented with two plump scones, smothered in a savoury white sauce, with a burger on the side, all served on a bed of rosti? Because in American, a "biscuit" is a scone, "gravy" may well be made with milk, a "sausage" is often flat and round, and "hash browns" (that ultimate all-American gut buster) appear to be Swiss.
I had a hunch this might happen. Multiple visits to Vancouver as a child have prepared me well for the continent where, after your brunch, you order the check (bill) before paying with a bill (banknote.) Canada, in fact, is up next, with its added French twist. Vive la difference, I say, and bon appetit.
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Surprise, surprise! (with our friend Donna, a teacher from Michigan we worked with in Laos) |
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"The pancake stack is HOW large?" |
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