Lauren Wille

Rude is rude in all languages. But what do you do when you can’t understand a menu or nothing appeals to you? You get up and leave. Or maybe you suck it up just to be nice. But if you’re me and my three classmates, you would go with the first option. 

Scenario 1: I was really dead set on Chinese food, and heard that there was a good place right around the corner from our hotel. I love hot and sour soup, and really could have gone for a cheap, light meal. When we got to the restaurant, we deliberated over whether or not we should stay. 
“Well you’re the one who is dead set on Chinese food,” they told me.
So we stayed.
When we sat down none of understood the menu. Not even Amber, who speaks Spanish. We deliberated some more, saying that we would eventually figure it out, but none of us were really down for choosing something when we weren’t sure what it was. Sara suggested we tell the old woman serving us that one of us was sick, and we had to leave immediately. 
And we did.
Scenario 2: We went to a restaurant that also had “shows.” Tonight they were featuring some sort of musical. I for one was not really up for that. We asked to see a menu, and before the waiter could return, we ran. Literally.
Scenario 3: We stopped at a corner restaurant called Pilsen. The menu was long, offering just about anything with chicken or beef. Unfortunately, these options were unsettling for some of us, and once again we decided to leave. Emi, my roommate, became frustrated with the situation, since she was very hungry and becoming crabby (the amount of homework she needed to get started on was also becoming a situation all in its own).
We walked around some more, discussing pizza and fast food, but eventually agreed to visit John F. Kennedy Park, where we had dined the night before and knew we wouldn’t be disappointed. Sure enough, I was. White pepper is strange.