When I worked as a consultant, I often travelled “up north” where French is frequently spoken. So I took a course to brush up on my high school French.
On one visit a senior living in a long term care facility was saying something I could not understand, so I answered as simply as I could, “Je ne parle pas français.” The resident kept on anyway, so I repeated my Je ne parle… a couple of times, in my best pronunciation. The resident kept talking.
Then I noticed a couple of nurses cracking up.
“Donna, they laughed, “he’s speaking English!”
[OK, it’s not exactly about food, but I was doing a meal service review at the time.]
I answered the phone at head office and heard the cook from one of our nursing homes complain, “You put a soup on the menu and didn’t give us the recipe. We don’t know how to make it.”
“Which soup?” I asked.
“The French soup – I don’t know how to pronounce it.”
“Spell it,” I suggested.