On our way to Meteora, Greece, we stopped by to get something to eat. This old lady came shuffling from the dark recess of the dining room with a menu. The kind of old lady that I would not want to meet in a dark alley.
The menu was half in English half in Greek, and to my relief I saw something that screamed “vegetarian” to me — “Tomato stuffed with rice and spices”.
Before we left, the hostel owner taught me how to say “Does it have meat in it?” in Greek. Unfortunately he forgot to also teach me the word “yes” or “no” in Greek.
So, I asked the old lady while pointing to the item of interest in (what I thought was) Greek,
“Does it have meat in it”?
I guess in the end it doesn’t really matter that I did not know the Greek word for “yes” or “no”.
She gave me a big toothy grin, squeezed my shoulder, grabbed the menu off my hand, and walked away.
I looked at Jack,
“Well, whatever that was, I think I just ordered it. Quite possibly with extra meat.”
It came. It had meat in it. Quite a lot actually. It should be called “Tomato stuffed with meat. Rice and spice optional.”