He Must Be Baked
(I am with my family at a Chinese restaurant. My father has kept the waitress at our table for at least five minutes, trying to order what he wants. He is mostly speaking about the food itself, and then moving on. He finally thinks of something he wants.)
Father: “Oh. I’ll have the salty fried pork with pepper. Do you have that?”
Waitress: “No, but we have similar.”
(My brother slides the menu to our father, and points at the baked salted pork.)
Waitress: “You’ll have that?”
Brother: “Yes, he will.”
Father: “Wait, so not peppered?”
Waitress: “No pepper.”
Father: “Oh, okay, so it’s salty fried pork. I’ll have that.”
Waitress: “It’s salted baked pork.”
Father: “Yes, yes, I understand, but it’s fried right?”
Waitress: “Baked.”
Father: “Fried?”
Waitress: “Baked.”
Father: “Fried?”
Waitress: “Baked.”
Father: “Fried?”
Waitress: “Baked.”
Father: “Fried?”
Waitress: “Yes.”
This story was included in our Chinese Restaurant Roundup.
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