Which I thought was mutton-based, but that article claims it's chicken.
Huh. I've eaten one, and it was definitely not chicken. Of course, I was last in India in 1999 so maybe they changed it.
You guys had a riot? On account of me? A real riot?
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Jessica - Jun 23, 2010 3:01:40 pm PDT #23606 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Daisy Jane - Jun 23, 2010 3:03:15 pm PDT #23607 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oh, Nora! One of your blog posts made me choke and tear up with homesickness. The part about the humidity being like a hug and reveling in it. I miss that so much!
Connie Neil - Jun 23, 2010 3:17:54 pm PDT #23608 of 30000
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The part about the humidity being like a hug and reveling in it. I miss that so much!
Huh. To me, humidity is like a slap in the face that's trying to drive me to the ground. But I have been in the desert for 25 years. Longer than I was in humid Pennsylvania.
Calli - Jun 23, 2010 3:18:10 pm PDT #23609 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Speaking of food, I got my first local tomatoes of the season in this week's CSA. So tonight dinner was sliced tomatoes on toast, with mayo. Simple and completely yummy.
§ ita § - Jun 23, 2010 3:33:42 pm PDT #23610 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There are a whole lot of Canadians that have a perfectly valid irritation at being conflated with Americans-they're not American. It is really annoying being continually mistaken (sometimes aggressively so) for the 800lb gorilla next door. I'm never going to get pissed at the West Indians that hate being called Jamaican because that's the only island people remember. It would drive me batshit. However, they gotta keep their hands off reggae. It's a thing.
Just like how we don't have voodoo in Jamaica, but people figure if it is good enough for one island we probably all do it. Thanks, mate.
Lee - Jun 23, 2010 3:38:13 pm PDT #23611 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Wait, there's no voodoo in Jamaica?
I wonder if I can change my b-day plans.
javachik - Jun 23, 2010 3:59:11 pm PDT #23612 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
There was still no point in this guy in China being an ass to the poor clerk, irritated at being mistaken for an American, or not. Adults are responsible for the way we act.
ETA to clarify "adults".
§ ita § - Jun 23, 2010 4:32:55 pm PDT #23613 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I was mostly reacting to Vortex hating Canadians. That's a lotta people to hate, for what I see as a perfectly reasonable emotional reaction. Being mistaken for another culture is tiresome, especially when it's one that feels like it's threatening to subsume your own.
I get the NZ defensiveness too, for the same reason. Or why I always prickled when people called me African American. It matters, dammit. Labels matter.
Vortex - Jun 23, 2010 4:42:28 pm PDT #23614 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Being mistaken for another culture is tiresome, especially when it's one that feels like it's threatening to subsume your own.
Absolutely, but they are often assholes about it, and I don't base this opinion on more than one incident or observation. A polite "I'm canadian, actually" is fine, but I more often saw outbursts and sharp words.
Cashmere - Jun 23, 2010 4:42:46 pm PDT #23615 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
I'm really curious what they serve in McD's in India, where cows are sacred.
The Maharaja Mac! (Which I thought was mutton-based, but that article claims it's chicken.)
On Big Bang Theory, Koothrappali said the Maharaja Mac was chicken!
I'll admit that we ducked into a McDonald's in Paris after a very frightening attack by a French bag lady outside Guard du Nord. And being cheated out of change at the pay toilets at Notre Dame, and being pushed and rudely treated by two French teenagers atop the Eiffel Tower, AND being there on a Tuesday, when the Louvre was closed and DH having to wear his prescription sunglasses on a cold, cloudy day because his glasses had gotten smashed in a club in Camden the night before.
We don't have fond memories of Paris.