Cultural Food Gifts

"Your old Jewish mother with some pickled herring, sir. To remind you of your roots,"

Welsh Cakes

"So this coffee shop if your 'hangout'?"

'We can order Lebanese, Thai, Italian, Indian, Greek or Chinese...'

"I feel like we are the polyester of dairy products."

Craft Donuts vs. Craft Beer

And then in Italy. . . "But I really don't like bubblegum gelato."

"When I was young, we personally prepared all the food for each and every meal!"

"Can I get this to go in an organic, locally recycled, eco-friendly doggie bag?"

"I don’t know, Margaret. She looks like the type who makes exotic stuffings."

"I know it’s a challenge, but it needs your input!" "...Your breadth of knowledge of different interest groups, religions...cultures!" "Right, so the staff Christmas meal will be a traditional lacto-vegan one at a Thai restaurant sometime in March?" "Do you think the Pagans will be OK with that?"

"There must be a place we can wait on line for an hour before eating."

"Put out the Asian sates, the Russian blinis, and the Mexican bean dips, while whip up something Korean."

Meticulously prepared, locally sourced food served on artifacts of a romanticized industrial past, by people who take their fashion cues from daguerreotypes, to adults whose parents still pay their rent.

'Please, could you me to Polish my diet!'

'Our chickens are a real 'come back' story: raised organic, they hooked up with some seedy fowl, but then, thankfully, were saved by massive doses of antibiotics.'

"Is it free-range?"

'Where do you want to go for breakfast, fancy an Australian or do you want to nip over to Hawaii?'

"All good things must come to an end...unless I use both of my giant-size super-pots."

'Are you sure you don't have any Indian blood?.'

"I just explained 'kugel' to him."

Lottery - come back to eat here 20 times and you will win million dollar in lottery.

Culture clash

"Say it with Pierogies"

"We call it 'dish' of the day, but it's actually served on a plank of wood."

'Snob, he won't eat domestic slugs, just imports.'

Simulated travel...dine with us in local cafes & pretend you're in London, Paris, Tokyo, Mexico City, etc...

'Your tomato ketchup is on it's way, Sir...'

"It was a cold night, like tonight, back, I'd say, in 1954."

'We're at an Italian restaurant this time, Kevin -- those are breadsticks, not giant-size chopsticks.'

"Hey, Gary. Lois wanted to know if you’re up for waiting forever for reheated leftovers and sipping warm mimosas intended to ease the pain of poor service amid a cacophony of idiot tourists and 20-year-olds... you know, brunch."

'I think we should eat out in the hotel tomorrow dear.'

'It's all made by stateless people, wanderers, nomads, whose only anchor is cheese.'

"The Garlic Escargot Velouté...would you like that in the traditional tureen, or supersized in a bucket?"

In the Works: Eurocheese, Eurobread, Eurowine.