Back when my wife was working in Manhattan’s Russian Tea Room (right up until it last closed in 2002), her boss, the pastry chef, was an actual Swede. Ever so often she’s sneak up behind him, say “Bork bork bork!” and run away.
He never got the joke. “Vat is this ‘bork bork bork’ you keep on sayink!?”
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That just added a new expression to my vocabulary: gratuitous umlauts. Thank you!
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You can thank me; I’m the one who added that to the article.
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A Swedish Doper once told us that in Sweden, the character is called “The Norwegian Chef”.
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I’ve heard this before. I think it’s a conspiracy that I was never let in on. This Swede has never heard him referred to as anything other than Swedish.
Darn, I’d have bought Croonchy Stars, too, if I had known they existed. The Swedish Chef is one of my favorite muppets. I have a SC doll who I had hanging on the wall near my kitchen but he fell down. His apron got dirty so I have to wash it. I don’t know how it got dirty, maybe he was cooking when I wasn’t home? That would explain why my kitchen is so messy.*