Pretty well wherever you go in Canada, there’ll be a bottle of white vinegar on the table beside the ketchup, mustard, salt and pepper. Malt vinegar (as far as I’ve seen) only started becoming popular in the past few years, but there’s been white vinegar since I was wee.
Having to pay for packets of ketchup - 10p a “sachet” - when I handed the girl a pound (?) and asked for 10 packets of ketchup for my fries she seemed shocked.
No ice in soft drinks - it just didn’t seem the same to me.
In Japan:
The aforementioned vending machines… I saw one at a bus stop that sold porn videos and (IIRC) “used” panties.
The toilets were bowls in the floor.
Their porn: penetration (oral, vaginal - didn’t see any anal) was blacked out in pictures but the “school girl” porn was perfectly acceptable. Women urinating or defecting also seemed to be a popular theme.
No decent tacos in Europe… Best Mexican food outside the Americas is at Pancho Villas in Dubai, UAE. No Beef jerky either. But you do get public transportation that works and pedestrian-friendly cities.
I’m still not quite sure how it works. A written address might look something like “Mannerheimintie 12 B 15” (a made-up number), with the number after the street name. The 12 is the building number, B might be a apartment block number or something if there was more than one building at the address, and 15 might be the apartment number. I say “might” because I’m not sure.
When actually walking down the street, I noticed that the building number seemed to be placed on a standardized square light that was mounted on the building. It was oddly difficult to pick out for someone who is used to looking for a sign or painted indication on the face of the building or in a window near, preferably on or over, the door. I don’t know whether the square lights were just a style used in downtown Helsinki or what.
Perhaps a FinnDoper could straighten me out?
While on the topic, European address in general took a bit of getting used to:
Street address CC*-postal code City?
(as in “Mannerheimintie 12 B 15 FI-2300 Helsinki”)
[sub]* CC = Country-code abbreviation[/sub]
I deal with people whose addressing software seems to be locked into this style, and it completely breaks when faced with countries that have internal province or state designations, and need them, such as Canada, the USA, or Brazil. Or China.
I would hope it has since changed, but in 1986 I had two major problems in England;
Ice. Nowhere to be found, virtually impossible to get. I asked for some ice in a room-temperature Coke and the guy looked at me like I was completely insane. Then when I insisted that yes, it was ok that it watered down the coke, no I would NOT get sick by drinking it cold and damn it, yes I want that fucking Ice already, he delivered two (2) small fragments as if they were radioactive.
Cold Soda. Hahahahahahahaha! You’ll drink it room temperature and like it!
In London I had a conversation about “salad” on a sandwich that was straight out of “Who’s On First?”
But the strangest thing was hotel room service; I ordered cold cereal (Frosted Flakes) for breakfast, and it came with a little jug of hot milk. Weird.
I heard just this week that Harrod’s has opened a separate entrance for selling Krispy Creme doughnuts. I think they used to just be in the Southern USA and about ten years ago they seemed to sweep the country and the stock went public. Try one and you will understand why. Maple or pumpkin in the fall is really fine.
Weird to me:
Amsterdam:
If the steps in my hotel room had been any steeper, they would have justly been called a ladder. It was hard to get luggage up them. Water front property is expensive so the houses were built narrower and that required narrow steps.
Not always having a shower or toilet in the hotel room.
Denmark:
At a party, you shook hands with the hosts and then with a lineup of the people who had already arrived. Then you took your place at the end of the line to shake hands with others arriving after you. You did this even with your friends.
Standing in chairs to sing. (Well, the schnapps had gone 'round 17 times and we were singing old Danish folk songs whether we spoke any Danish or not.
Eating fried eel. It’s GOOD!
In Denmark, what Americans call a “Danish pastry” is called “Vienna bread.”
Room temperature beer! (But worth it to get Tuborg!)
Vienna:
I saw a shop that sold only gloves. There were molded hands in the widows to display each glove. There must have been thirty of them. All of them had their middle fingers extended.
I moved to New Zealand from Canada many years ago. What struck me is that they have seperate rooms here for their toilets. I don’t know if thats common in the states or not, but it sure wasn’t in Canada!
And you can’t get a decent donut or hot-dog here either.
BTW, I am old enough to remember when there were pay toilets everywhere in the USA. Of course it was sexually discriminatory since men could use urinals for free.
central american soda is sooo much better (read: stronger, yes, mroe syruppy).
i went to a restaurant on a school trip in rome and the woman who drove a few of us there was a friend of one of the teachers. anyway, we all put on our seatbelts upon entering the vehicle and she thought we all had three heads. ‘nobody uses those!’
people don’t understand the concept of vegetarianism very well in some countries.
the tiny, tiny cars. itty bitty. and their long skinny license plates
the amount of people who are fluent in multiple languages outside the usa astounds me. they make it look so easy!
in belize, the popularity of ‘passions’ – probably the worst soap opera every written, and therefore by far the most entertaining.
watching american movies on tv dubbed over in a foreign language.
there are more. that’s all i can think of at the moment.
In Ireland, you cannot use an ATM to make a deposit, you have to actually go into the bank. If the bank isn’t open, tough shit. This annoys me no end :mad:
Stick Monkey, where on earth were you? Some weird country town way outback?
Even if I go for a cheap meal down the pub they ask how I want my steak, and they understand rare. You might have to go to a proper steak restaurant if you want “blue”. Some of those will even sneer at you if you want it well done. Not that I do. Rare for me.
I’m thinking here of places I’ve been like Sydney, Canberra, Melbourne, Perth, Hobart, Alice Springs. I’ve honestly never encountered what you describe outside a country RSL club populated by an over-70s age group.