One thing I do not look forward to when I visit the U.S. is the ridiculous names that I’m expected to read off restaurant menus when I want something to eat. Even when I lived in the U.S., I refused to say things like “Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity” or “Moons Over My Hammy.”
One nice thing about Europe is that when I order something, it’s called what it is. “Sandwich with beets and chevre”. I don’t have to say something like “Two Red Goats in a Blanket.”
C’mon American breakfast chains. Give people some dignity!
hahahaha… well, one thing is for sure– the food in fast food places here is as bad as the names.
As long as it tastes okay and doesn’t make me sick, I’m not too concerned over the naming conventions. But yes, it is nice when the product comes as advertised.