A weird question to ask a guy who looks anything but (as in me): pale (really pale) skin, blue eyes, blonde hair, reddish beard. But this is what a waitress at Piraat pizzeria in San Francisco asked me the other day.
Fact is, about a week ago, a waiter asked me and some friends if we were Brazilians, since the language we spoke – Romanian – sounded a lot like Brazilian Portuguese.
Even with this, the initial question still was surprising, because I was alone, reading on my Kindle app on the iPhone (The Long Walk by Stephen King, great book) and I am quite sure I wasn’t reading out loud. In Romanian, which would’ve meant translating as I read from English.
Seeing my confused look, the girl said to me: “Well, the only ones that I saw eating so much ketchup with their pizzas are the Brazilians…”.
I say: “Well, I am from Romania so…”.
And, smiling, the waitress says: “You are right, we had two Romanian girls here some time ago and they ate a lot of ketchup, too…”.
We talked a little bit more, but I understood, then, how many countries send their representatives to San Francisco. Or the nice lady just wanted me to stop eating a bottle of ketchup with every small pizza I ordered… who knows?
P.S.: I like the Piraat Pizzeria. Both the place and the pizza. It feels intimate and friendly. So, in the 3 weeks I stayed in SF, I probably ate there 10 times. And that meeans a lot of ketchup :)