British people get the majority of their complaining done in private, hours after the offending incident took place. Registering even the teensiest bit of displeasure in a public, sober setting is virtually unthinkable.
The other night, bidding farewell to my guests following a meal, a heavy hand grabbed my shoulder from behind. It wasn’t an old friend who had spotted me from across the car park.
I’ll never forget the look of surprise and disgust on my American waiter’s face the first time I asked for mayonnaise and then proceeded to dip my fries in it.
Brits are often taken aback at the number of choices when dining out or ordering food in the U.S. Most menus are at least two to three pages, and if you’re in one of those TGIF-type joints, it’s like being handed War and Peace.