…….we sat for forty minutes in a restaurant last night not knowing if I had ordered dessert or not. This may sound strange but the waitress asked if we’d like postre. In spanish I replied, “No but why not!” Forty minutes later we still hadn’t received any postre or even been offered a menu to look at. It turns out I hadn’t ordered postre and she thought we wanted to take our time.
……..on our first night in Buenos Aires I ordered a lasagna napoletana for Nick, or atleast I thought I had. The waiter arrived with a beef schnitzel topped with cheese and tomato. When I questioned him he said I ordered a Lomo malenese! Doh!