This reminds me of story from Hungary. Esther an I arrived in Budapest late in the evening and, not yet ready to explore, decided to eat dinner at the Taiwanese restaurant next to the youth hostel. The menus there were printed in 8 languages (though I don’t remember what all of them were), but when we asked the waiter if he spoke English he shook his head and started looking around as though trying to find another waiter who might. I then asked him if he spoke German, and he reply (in very good German) "Yes, a little. I know five words in German: yes, no, please, thank-you, and bear!"
the result was very interesting multi-lingual dinning experience where Esther spoke to me in English, I spoke to our waiter in German, he spoke to the head-waiter in Hungarian, and the rest of the staff spoke to each other in what I can only assume was a dialect of Chinese.
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Date: 2007-03-08 22:30 (UTC)the result was very interesting multi-lingual dinning experience where Esther spoke to me in English, I spoke to our waiter in German, he spoke to the head-waiter in Hungarian, and the rest of the staff spoke to each other in what I can only assume was a dialect of Chinese.