Everyone understands the English language, you just need to yell it louldy,directly in their face. You may need to slap one occasionally.
This list was obviously made by either a British person or an American. Clearly not continental Europe.
But hey if it helps people feel better about themselves for some reason why not?
I find myself forced to respond to this libel. Those individually wrapped cheeze things marketed by Velveeta are not what American cheese really is.
American cheese is made by grating up some nice soft cheese (I like gouda) and then mixing it with warm milk and gelatin. Once you get some of the real stuff, you will stop maligning a really nice cheese to use for toasted cheese or cheeseburgers.
So, anyway, back to the topic.
I knew a guy that went to France (in the late 70s or 80s) with his wife and had some problems with a snooty maître d’. I believe the maître d’ said something about not serving “américains”.
My 6ft + burly friend placed one cowboy booted foot on a chair and said “Je ne suis pas américain, je suis Texan” They got seated.
I’d suggest that’s common to many large-in-area countries. When I lived in Toronto, I heard from European business associates how much they’re looking forward to visiting our office in Toronto, because then they can drive to Banff for the weekend.
Ummm … Banff is a four day drive from Toronto.
I blame Mercator.
lol in north of la desert, its 53 and yes I’m cold lol its supposed to be in the high 80s to low 100s by now …
in the 80s I’d just say where the space shuttle lands when people asked "Where in the hell’s Lancaster? …
I’m another American ex-pat who has lived in the UK for nearly 30 years. I’m surprised no one has mentioned how LOUD some American tourists are when talking among themselves. Maybe they were never taught to use their “indoor voice” as a child or just don’t care that the entire train/restaurant/county can hear their conversation.
Another distance anecdote - before moving to the UK I lived in Houston, TX. A work colleague from the UK was going to a conference in San Diego. He looked at a map and saw that I-10 connects to LA so suggested I “pop over” for the weekend. I responded with something like “Dude, that’s 2000 miles and half of that is still Texas”
That’s because if we let rain interrupt our plans, we’d never leave the house.
When we were in Germany a few years ago, we were sitting on steps in the Rothenburg town square when a couple of loud young American ladies with a service dog came and sat some way down from us. There was a German family directly behind us, and the dad said (in German) “typical Americans”, and I turned and glared at him.
Basically they were just being loud and laughing, so sure, I guess that’s typically American.
That’s the same town where we were sitting at an outside table and a young couple pulled up their baby carriage and sat with us, and we had a lovely conversation, especially when they learned that we were Americans, and they had been to a couple of American cities plus the Grand Canyon, and wanted to talk about that. Typical Germans. 
Texas has its own “we’re larger than you realize” stories. Usually someone taking a cab (or at least considering it) from Dallas to Houston
Tourist misconceptions about distance are a running joke in Canada. The whole “while we’re visiting relatives in Toronto we thought we’d swing by the Calgary Stampede for a few hours on the way to the Montreal Jazz Fest. And we really should try and see the northern lights while we’re there, maybe on the second day.” I exaggerate, but not by much.
My grad school advisor in Rochester used to get invitations from people in NYC asking him to “come down for lunch”. I think even a lot of New Yorkers have no idea how big the state really is.
Shades of the poor Miss Teen USA contestant from South Carolina who, when asked why Americans were so bad at geography, babbled about them just needing maps, so they could then find places like “The Iraq and everywhere like such as.”
And for that remark, I’d kick them out of my American restaurant, too.
When someone asks me if I’m from England*, I tell them that I’m American. Then I’m asked where, and I answer Seattle.
And then I have to explain where Seattle is. It’s on the west coast, between California and Vancouver. 
I rarely mention Washington state because of that other Washington.
- Many people can clearly tell the difference between an American and someone from England, when they are speaking English. It’s a bit more difficult if everyone is speaking German
Be glad you’re not from that other Vancouver!
I wouldnt eat in any place than banned Americans. I suspect more salive that you would want would be in the food.
c’est la vie?
La vie!
Mr. Mike’s Mondo Video (1979) had a segment where a family visits Paris and goes to Café No Americain for dinner. The waiter was (of course) very rude, and offered them ‘disgusting’ foods. (Donkey pie comes to mind.) At the end he was like, ‘Very well. But first I must flambeau your table,’ and lights the table on fire, which causes the Americans’ clothes to catch fire.