I didn't even have to ask Young what his critical incident was on Thursday. He say my Subway cup and that started the whole conversation right there. He said the thing that was most surprising for him was how much choice we have here in America. He expected to order a sandwich, the people and subway to make it for him, pay and be done with it...Not that simple. They asked him what size, what kind of bread. What he wanted on it. Since it was his first time ordering it was really overwhelming, but he was able to get through it. Although it seems he prefers to avoid Subway since it is really taxing to just order. I can imagine.
I know in Japan and Korea, if I was stump, I could point at what I wanted and they understood....we don't have menus on the counter conveniently placed for people to just point at. I can imagine I would of been really lost of someone in Korea would ask me details on what I wanted in detail without considering that I don't understand Korean.
Also he went to Momo's, and the size of the pizza was not the topic of the conversation. It was the fact that he had to choose all his toppings for his pizza. He was used to just ordering a type of pizza, not having the freedom to put whatever he wants on it. For a foreigner, having choice can be taxing on the mind. You just want to eat but now you really have to think on what you want, how to say it, and say it quickly. I really feel for him. I told him there are some standard pizzas, like "Meat Lovers", "Vegetarian", "SUPREME", and others that are common for most pizza places. Try to use those key phrases and see what he gets. Although I think it's good to have practice, but unless your with other Americans to help you out, I can imagine ordering on your own here can be a painful experience.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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This could be a great topic for your next class visit in Japan (or wherever you are!).
ReplyDeleteYou know, I had the exact same experience! I remember once giving up ordering a sandwich and almost breaking down in tears of frustration (out of hunger) because I had to choose absolutely everything on the damn thing (what kind of bread, what kind of cheese, did I want pickles, what about peppers.... aaaagh! I just want a cheese sandwich!) It almost killed me. For a while after that, I would just order variations of whatever the person before me in line had ordered (the same, but without the mayo, for instance).
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