International Cuisine Pillows

Keith Floyd.

Ethnic food springing out of a menu.

6 Brothers Falafel

"I'm going to ask for a fork. Don't try to stop me."

"Look at that – the tilapia is from Mozambique! I lived there for seven years... small world."

Mom's Alphabet Soup, Inc. Mom's. With globalization, we don't need to worry about the bits of broken letter anymore --- We can just call them accent marks!

Life of Riley #3: '...The food is always excellent.'

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

Cannibal chef.

"I can't hurry when ordering. There's a lot of ecological geopolitics involved here."

Somewhere in France - The Eliot sisters come face to face with escargots.

"Vindaloo hot enough?"

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

Birthday Cakes: From Around the World

World Food Summit - No food and drink allowed in the auditorium.

"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?"

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

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

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

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

'I would kill for a truffle.'

Alphabet soup

Culture clash

"Say it with Pierogies"

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

Children hold hands around a map of the world with picnic food.

"Mas agua for the gringos?"

" 'Chicken Vindaloo for the Hindu Soul' is but the tip of the iceberg in our initial strategy of global expansion."

Russian Cuisine. Do you still have borscht? Yes, the beet goes on.

"Hmmm, mountain oysters! Nutty flavor, with a hint of mutton!"

We're sunk. Everyone's supposed to bring their Grandma's best dish to the potluck. Don't panic. Helen's Grandma was from Scotland. Yeah. But the Patakis cook Indian feasts. And the Mercantis still make 10 course Italian dinners. What was your Granny's specialty? Jell-o cube salad. Mmm ... sweet or savory?

'Do you do the squished up little balls that taste of fish - or are you the wrong ethnicity?'

'Tch! We're not eating Mexican again, are we?' 'Well, I'd look pretty silly going into an Italian restaurant dressed like this.'

"Oh no! Not Polynesian again!"

"You can do business anywhere... as long as you can speak their menu."