I'm Only Here for the Food!

A friend of mine sent me this video clip not long ago. Before you watch it, two warnings: It is in Spanish and, similar to TV warnings, “this video contains coarse, adult language…”

Now, a hacked, quick, best-effort-not-necessarily-accurate translation (excluding the last 30 or so seconds).

Husband: By any chance, do you understand what is written in the menu?
Wife: I was going to ask the same. It was written in a way may be they don’t even understand.
Husband: And how easy it would be if they call it by their name!
Wife: Wait, I will call the waiter for more details. Waiter!
Waiter: Yes, how can I help.
Husband: We are looking at the menu and we were hoping you could help us with some of the dishes. What is Chicken with potatoes?
Waiter: Is a piece of roasted fowl garnished with young sprouting spuds.
Wife: Ah, yes. Wait, what about this: Noodle soup?
Waiter: It is a garden vegetable broth served with savoury pasta.
Husband: One more.
Waiter: But I have to look after the other tables.
Husband: Only the dessert. It is just that I don’t understand anything and it is full of technicalities. What it is, I am not sure how it is read – flan?
Waiter: A soft egg custard, infused with vanilla scent over a bed of caramel. Now if you allow me.
Wife: One more, one more. What are morsels of squid.

Needless to say, things start to break down afterwards, with references to things/parts I won’t make reference to, *cough**cough*, hehehehe.

But, the joke about the menu, I think is quite accurate. When I go to restaurants and see the menu, specially that of “fancy” places, sometimes I can’t myself wonder why it can’t be simpler! Quite often, you have the dish name followed by the list of almost all ingredients, which makes me wonder, if it is actually needed. Regardless, I would rather let the cook surprise me and/or play the “guess the ingredient” game. Then again, I might be mistaken as I might want to oversimplify things… You be the judge!