Lost in Translation

Okay, so one night last week we decided to go the little restaurant here on post for dinner. It had just opened under new management ... and not a soul on the new staff speaks a word of English. We ordered Schnitzel for Shane and Donor Kebaps (kind of like a gyro) for the rest of us. When Greg's plate came out, it was covered in a large salad, pile of french fries and meat ... which we were expecting to be inside of some type of bread. Mine was. Ashley's was. Lexi's was. But not Greg's. So, he tried to explain. The waitress was clueless. But the cook came out (no, we were not making a scene ... it is a very small place. We were the only ones there at the time ... and we weren't upset at all, just trying to be understood.) Anyway, the cook was like, "oh, oh, ok!" He seemed to get it. We were happy. He disappeared into the kitchen with Greg's plate.

When he came back out a few minutes later, the meat was inside the bread, just like the rest of ours. However, we quickly noticed that the plate was empty and hanging out of his sandwich was EVERYTHING from the plate. Cucumbers ... tomatoes and lettuce ... AND FRENCH FRIES. We waited until the cook was gone before we just cracked up!!! And we've laughed about it ever since! I'm just sorry I didn't have my camera to take a picture of this very interesting concoction ... which, by the way, my husband DID consume!!! (After picking off the fries)

Sometimes, you just have to LAUGH.