A few months back…
British guy: So how are you finding The Netherlands?
Me: Great so far. We like where we live and my wife is enjoying her new job. How long have you been here?
BG: Me? Oh about two years. It’s nice, I have work, the people are nice enough. What do you think of the food?
Me: Well, we haven’t explored too much but so far it’s been…a bit underwhelming. I mean, if you like frites and fried mystery balls, then you’re in luck. We hope to find a few gems here soon.
BG: Yea, well, I’m sure they’re out there but good luck (chuckles). You know, being British we don’t have the best reputation for food but, I eat better there than here. And, you know, the Dutch joke about English kitchen.
Me: Yea? What’s that?
BG: What’s what?
Me: The Dutch joke about English kitchen.
Me: … Yea, what? How does it go?
BG: …How does what go?
Me: The joke.
BG: What joke?
Me. Huh? The Dutch joke about English kitchen.
BG: They do, but the food is better back home.
Me: (-_-) … Oh. So there is no joke?
BG: No, I’m British. I don’t know any jokes.
[I can’t remember if he actually said that last bit; it may have been a subconscious addition]
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