State of the Game

I'm my city we had the "doner wars" - nice for the customers (you just had to pay a single euro for one) but now there are only a handful of the shops left and a few owners gone missing.
They're in the kebabs. Just saying.

Edit: And ninja'd by @Fishy this time. That's it. I'll just shut up now. Could you guys at least tone down the celebrations a bit, huh?
 
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They sell Lays and Lays stacks everywhere. Those are the best chips.

Unless doritos are your thing. That's everywhere too..

Or corn chips ...fritos are all over

or Tortilla based chips for dipping and what not. Those are everywhere.


Also, we sell razors to fix your butt situation. Also available everywhere.
Spoken like a person who's never enjoyed a bag of Hunky Dorys cheddar and spring onion.

The only American crisps I find remotely acceptable are kettle chips (in their various guises) but specifically these jobbies:

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Not sure there's a problem with leaving the country. It's getting into the country you want to go to that's the issue.

I'd hate for you to leave, though. We're famously hospitable, and if we aren't, it's because we're not Texans :)

I'll buy you a beer and a steak any day of the week and twice on Sundays (after church, of course). Come on down, pull up a chair! :)

isn't there like a thousand miles of at least one side of that state that a good portion of the people of that state keep trying to build a wall on? hospitable .... pushing the definition there.
 
Spoken like a person who's never enjoyed a bag of Hunky Dorys cheddar and spring onion.

The only American crisps I find remotely acceptable are kettle chips (in their various guises) but specifically these jobbies:

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oh for hells sake.. you're a kettle chip person? Those thick cut disgusting things come fresh feeling stale in your mouth.

No.
 
Never had one. They were a modern invention, I shagged off to the States in 1996 and been stuck here since. Every visit home I'm more and more impressed by stuff though. Can get pints other than stouts and lagers in the pubs these days, if you mention the words "medium rare" in a restaurant you're not thrown out for being a heathen, and there are more pizza options now than Four Star and those frozen mini yokes. (Now I'm gagging for a Dough Bros chicken tikka pizza as well...)
I've "only" moved in here from France in 2003, and yeah, even over that timespan, the change has been massive. Every pub seemed to only be allowed to serve Guinness/Smithwicks/Carlsberg, whereas now we're drowning in microbrews from every corner of the country, and my local supermarket stocks it all. Same for food variety, both in shops and restaurants. Funny you're mentioning Dough Bros, they're the big success story from my kids secondary school.
 
But surely that's the fun isn't it?
If this drives you crazy, you’re not the first person. Just look at the section of a poem (below) by Gerard Nolst Trenité, a Dutch writer who wrote a book in the 1900s called How to Lose Your Foreign Accent, which helped students to get used to the strange ways English words are pronounced.

He called the poem “The Chaos” and when you read the first few verses, you quickly realise why he was so frustrated!

Pray, console your loving poet,

Make my coat look new, dear, sew it!

Just compare heart, hear and heard,

Dies and diet, lord and word.

Now I surely will not plague you

With such words as vague and ague,

But be careful how you speak,

Say: gush, bush, steak, streak, break, bleak

Liberty, library, heave and heaven,

Rachel, loch, moustache, eleven.


We say hallowed, but allowed,

People, leopard, towed
but vowed.




<Stolen from t'internetz but summs it up!>
 
Awesome! I like the upgraded G5 avatar too!
Thanks, I came to conclusion that pumping my bad first impression has served it's purpose.
So I switched to an average guy, but per contrast to my previous signals, it will be received as something surprisingly positive.
You know, the usual manipulations of new environment, I found this "fall down to bounce up higher" technique more efficient then trying to build the final image from the beginning.


I'm obviously kidding, and have no idea what it even should mean...
 
Not sure there's a problem with leaving the country. It's getting into the country you want to go to that's the issue.

I'd hate for you to leave, though. We're famously hospitable, and if we aren't, it's because we're not Texans :)

I'll buy you a beer and a steak any day of the week and twice on Sundays (after church, of course). Come on down, pull up a chair! :)
Sorry, Misha - not to poop on America, there's loads of great stuff about it, but it's never felt like home to me. Ever since our daughter was born, the pull kicked in, and I'd move back in a shot. The notion of healthcare and education not being ludicrously expensive, and the ability to hop on a plane and be in places like Rome, Madrid, Naples, Munich, Lisbon, Amsterdam within an hour or two... Alas, wife has an elderly mother and we're staying here for her. (Not that I'm bitter, grrrrr...)
 
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