139 Restaurant Week – And the Italian goes, “Moooooo”

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In 2005 and 2006, I worked in a restaurant in Times Square.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and there was no one sitting in my section. Right  before management cut me, the hostess sat a two top in my section. “Thanks a lot!”, I thought, as my dreams of going home were squashed.

I walk up to the table, and it’s a couple from Italy. They do not speak a word of English, and I do not speak a word of Italian.

The gentleman and I started playing a game of animal noises.  He would point at something on the menu and ask, “Moo?”. I shook my head, as he was pointing at the Cajun chicken sandwich, and proceeded to flap my arms like a chicken and said, “Bock Bock Bock.” To which he responded, “Ahhhhh.”

I proceeded to point at each thing on the menu that was beef and said, “Mooooo.”

“Steak. Moo. Hamburger. Moo. Cheeseburger. Moo.” He would respond, “Ahhhhhh”, after each of my “Moos”.

After this, he pointed to the BBQ pulled pork sandwich and asked, “Moo?”  I responded “No”, followed by “Oink, oink, oink.” To which he responded, “Ahhhhhh.”

They ended up settling on two hamburgers.

I am positive they caught me on video, and I am now famous in Italy for being that stupid American who made animal noises for the Italian tourists.

Well played Italy. Well played.

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