It make look the same, but ordering from a subway in a shopping mall is a sometimes fraught experience. First off, the menu is a bit different if course. Small salad shrimp seemed to be the featured meat, at least the day I was there.
Then there are the misunderstandings that happen in any restaurant, such as ordering a ham and egg sandwich and just getting the egg, because it's loud and the server missed the first part. And sometimes you run into one of your students, which is odd in and of itself, but made worse when you still can't figure out how to tell them you only want lettuce. I'm used to getting stares in The States when I don't have a lot of toppings, but here I got looks of semi-panic. Probably because the poor girl wasn't sure if I really didn't want any toppings (who doesn't want more toppings??? Crazy American!) or if she wasn't understanding my request for something.
Thank the world for helpful old ladies! The woman behind me asked, in pretty good English, if she could help me. She looked askance at me when I told her I didn't want anything else, but at least conveyed that request to the server.
Other things, however, remain the same. Club activities, at least the ones I've participated in, usually involve a snack time where everyone brings something to share. I'm both happy and very amused that some snack foods are eaten the same way I grew up eating them. Chip Star chips (Pringels) are made into duck bills before being eaten, and Tongari Corn chips (Bugles) are placed on fingers to make claws or witches fingers and then consumed one by one.
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| Chip Star reference photo |
