Last week I was at a hot dog restaurant, and saw a woman eating in the strangest of ways. The hot dog, bun, and a little pile of relish were arranged on her plate as if they were seperate dishes. She was eating with a knife and fork. At the end, she was eating the crust of the bun like it was a breadstick. I thought maybe she’s foreign and is unfamiliar with the concept, but she spoke without an accent.
Years ago a Parisian took me to lunch. He wanted to be a real American, and so ordered the American burger. He was a bit miffed that the various dishes were stacked, and so pulled them apart. Bread, bacon, cheese, salad, and meat. All eaten with knife and fork.
There was a restaurant I used to go to where I frequently ordered a club sandwich. I used to like to pour ketchup on the plate and dip the sandwich in it before every bite. It was just good that way.
I once knew a guy who would stick his tongue all the way out before putting his fork or spoon into his mouth. Eew!
My grandfather used to put salt and pepper on his cantaloupe.
We used to laugh at him, until we tried it.
Yum.
I always prefer to eat fish with my fingers (actually, I generally prefer to eat everything with my fingers, but I usually limit it to fish and mussels when I’m in public). I get a lot of strange looks.
I frequently order a chicken fajita quesadilla at a local Mexican restaurant - I will open the quesadilla and eat the inner contents with a fork. Then I will refold the empty tortilla and eat it using my fingers.
We were traveling and staying in Paris, and were starving for a burger, so we went to Planet Hollywood. I saw a French gentleman at another table who had ordered the baby back ribs. He was trying to eat them with a knife and fork at first, and not having much success getting any meat off that way. He finally ended up stabbing one rib with a fork and holding it in the air and nibbling at it delicately. It was all I could do not to go to his table, pick up a rib, and show him how to eat this American dish the American way: gnawing them clutched between your two fists and getting sauce up to your ears on each cheek!
I dissect my pizza. Eat the toppings. Pull off the cheese (they always put too much on, so sometimes I don’t eat all of it). If I’m home alone, scrape off the sauce with a fork. Then the crust, which is the best part. Oh, and all of this is done with a knife and fork.
I also like to take Milky Way’s, pull off the chocolate, eat that, and then make balls of nougat and eat them.
ya know those coconut creme easter eggs? i take the chocolate off, eat that; then use a melon baller on the coconut creme. place the coconut creme balls in a baggie with cinnamon. i then have a nice time eating the irish potatos.
I sprinkle salt, pepper, cumin, and chili powder on ice-cold cubed watermelon, or shake the cubes up with the spices in a little plastic bag. Very VERY good.
I sat beside someone on a plane once who ate his crackers and cookies like a mouse - leetle teeny nibbles all along the edge. Then start again on the next edge. Very wierd.
Me - nothing that odd. I don’t eat bread crusts because they gag me so I leave a little stack of crusts behind when they’re left on the bread. Oh and my dad used to pour half-and-half on his cake and eat it from a bowl - even iced cake. I do that once in a while.
