Memes
Rules:
- Be civil and nice.
- Try not to excessively repost, as a rule of thumb, wait at least 2 months to do it if you have to.
I once sat next to a family from our local car dealer commercials in a restaurant and they spent the entire time talking about their recent trip to Paris. The whole conversation was about how the food wasn't American enough and the cable at the hotel didn't have their shows. Nothing about sights or culture or experiences.
When we went to Cancun (Isla Mujeres, actually) all the food was Americanized or just seafood. Our bartender at this little beach hut bar thingy became a good friend (still in touch, nearly 10 years later) and he heard my brother and I complaining that all the food was super Americanized.
He told us to rent a car and he would take us to the most authentic Mexican food in the world... So we rented a car, and dude drove us over an hour away to his abuelas, and she cooked us food, and it was the best food I had ever had. Incredible.
We should all be so lucky. Thanks for sharing.
That whole trip was pretty incredible, tbh. My brother actually got kidnapped briefly on our last night there
That's really frustrating in a way that speaks to my own personal experience. I once went to a sushi restaurant, and their mac 'n cheese was not very good. They didn't even have ketchup.
It's kinda baffling to think someone would want to be reminded of home while on vacation
I don't know. When I'm forced to go to Paris on my mandatory annual vacation, I keep a framed photo of my boss and coworkers on the nightstand to stare at wistfully while wondering what I'm missing out on. I also have a gaming app called "Sim Accounting" so I can have fun pretending to fill out forms and spreadsheets so I don't get bored. Looking out of the hotel window, I feel kinda bad for the poor Parisians. They don't know the pride of having a neatly manicured lawn under the close scrutiny of an HOA or the excitement of maintaining, insuring, registering, and driving a large 8-seat SUV. When I think of all the fun I've had navigating traffic on the highway and downtown on the way to the office, I feel a little pang of regret that these French people might never know that joy. I wonder if we did the right thing. Maybe if we had stayed longer in Europe at the end of the war, we could have helped them remodel their cities with proper highways, suburbs, and strip malls. Nonetheless, the past is the past. I'm here for nearly two weeks. At least it will teach me to appreciate home more, if nothing else.
That's because they didn't go to Paris to experience Paris. They went to Paris so they could brag to everyone back home that they went to Paris, and then use that to reinforce their superiority complex.
I'm other words, they're useless assholes.
If you actually want to experience France, you don't go to Paris
Exactly, you storm northwest France for so long they eventually name you king rollo and they name the region Normandy after you.
Everybody knows that.
Bonus points if they complained about all the foreigners (French people) in Paris.
Rednecks are the dumbest people on planet earth. Attempted culture of not, you can't fix it.
These are the same people that invade inexpensive rural areas and build a bunch of houses and then complain that there isn't enough to do and not enough government services. Bitch we lived here because it was quiet and inexpensive. Now it's neither.
Who the hell would ruin pizza with ranch?! GROSS!
Seemingly, most of the state of Arizona.
Sweet summer child, this is the lesser of the pizza crimes.
THE LESSER?
WHAT CRIMES AGAINST FOOD ARE YOU COMMITTING IN THE COLONIES?
Of course it's in Amsterdam too
Yeah if you travelled "all the way to Europe for pizza" and selected Amsterdam as your destination you're just a fool haha.
Honestly, I would watch this person's food travel show.
"We're heading to Potugal for some authentic pierogis, and next, off to Norway for some traditional burritos."
Ah, yes, Amsterdam, the Italy of Northern Europe.
Many of them think that the US invented pizza, so…
You’ve got to get past the whole “if it’s not American (Or rather, what they’re used to…) it shit” as well.
When I was a kid my dad took me skiing to Sauze d'Oulx, there was this “hole in the wall” type place that did slices of rectangular pizza on a piece of card…I’ll never eat pizza, or food in general, that tasted like that ever again.
That is tragic. I get that it's Northern Italy, but still, how could they fail at pizza?
I should have been clearer….that was the best pizza I’ve ever had.
Oh, well, I'm happy to hear that then. That tracks better with my worldview, too.
That pizza looks dope...
Looks pretty meh to me.
It's not real, it's sarcasm.
It might well be, but for every sarcastic one I promise there’s 10 that will say this seriously.
If you're putting Ranch on your pizza then you deserve your suffering.
I dreamt about a fictional condiment this night that was used to put stuff on pizza and it tastes a bit like vinegar
Ok hear me out. What about a buttermilk ranch with the greatest thin crust pepperoni cornmeal crust? If that’s suffering I guess Dante I’ll ask Santa which level of hell I belong in ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ …i may have the tastebuds of a child