Fat Burger: The Last Great Hamburger Stand
Last Friday Ang, Morten and I drove down to the states to visit our cousins and friends. We stopped at a Fat Burger for dinner where an uninformed young woman was serving and (like many Americans) was surprised to discover that Canadian money is coloured. But, unlike most Americans (I hope), she also thought that Canadians come from “Canadia” and was excited to have visitors from such a distant country. We were about two hours south of the border.
When I took a picture of the Fat Burger sign, she delightedly hollered across the restaurant “Are you taking a picture of us to show your friends in Canadia?”
Yes. My friends and I have no lives in distant Canadia. Our only entertainment comes in the form of pictures we take of restaurant employees in foreign countries. I didn’t know how to respond. “No?” I said. Then she asked me to come over and take a picture of her. I thought she was weird but she was nice enough so I obliged.
We seemed so alien to her that Ang was convinced she took a picture of us with her cell phone when she walked past with the mop.