Lost in Translation
Who knew that ordering a hamburger could be so difficult? Here’s my story. Two nights before it was time to leave the beautiful country of Italy, my group of friends were craving some good old fashioned burgers. We decided to eat at a restaurant called “Hamericas.” We get there after walking forever and we finally see that the menu is in English! It was a miracle! It was going to be so easy to order our food and make sure we got everything we needed! Right? Wrong. I was first up to order and I say I want a bacon cheese burger and the girl at the register looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language (which in retrospect, I was). So we get someone else to take our order who said he spoke better English. This was true but not by much. I order again and he is looking at me big eyed. I pointed at the menu board at what I wanted and the size. I asked for fries as my side and he didn’t say anything. I figured maybe he got them and we were set. I pay for my food, my friends order and pay, and we go sit down. We are comparing receipts and I notice mine was the only one that had no order of fries. I figured of course it’s my order that got messed up. I go to the register with money ready to order fries and he told me he got them… so I believed him. The food comes out later and look at the miracle before me! I had fries and my burger was exactly as I ordered. I thanked him in english (not thinking about it) and he still didn’t know what I was saying. I repeated in Italian and he said back with a smile “Prego!” I may have been lost, but at least I got my fries.