Fri 11 Feb, 2022 07:01 pm
If you want typical Native American fair, order from a Chinese restaurant.
That's all our food, in North America. In China, they eat ours, not theirs, gruel and whet's fey, a barbeque in Texas.
If you seek the Caribbean, eat the food of a goat's cheese, Greek, transplanted to Greece in admiration. The tomato, a food not known in Europe, until it was known that it prevented nightshade fixation.
If you seek Latin America, seek the United States Air Force, Taco Bell, a pig manger's food, anything that is falsely determined as Latin-American, the concept of food for a kid studying to be a chieftain, an Oxford Press graduate, flour and cheese whey.
Perhaps you seek Spain, a Latin-American restaurant, fajitas and steak, the entire concept of the casual dining chain, anything from Spain you seek, mislabeled for those honoring our Napoleonic fathers.
And for the French experience, a breakfast menu, sausage and puffed flower, an omelet or pancake or waffle, those favoring ham and pig and spice, that of the business given to anyone of poverty, so they can be rich. Fast food.
For the Jewish experience, the Afghan plains, God, intelligent design, that of a disease, introduced to populace by sheer act of fate, now a model of economic design. A steak house, a Mafia home berkshire of Italy, for mutual negotiation of terms and topics, international, favored by Arabs as well as Jews, for multiple kitchen appliance.
If you're an American, by heart and tithe, the tavern is yours, the Irish, a cuisine marketed Italian, yet owned under Irish, a German chowder on the soup menu, a lobster.
And if you're German or Italian, the Scottish, you always favor a hard drink, and a cheap sourette, a candy store, something that offers you a salad, the meaningless food of the vegan, those concerned with animal health, from being unable to master technology, the dog's skin leather of the Vikings.
With a hey nonnie-nonnie-nonnie, hey nonnie-nonnie-nonnie, hey nonnie-nonnie HEY!