We
went to eat with some friends at a restaurant geared towards expats. At the end of our meal I ordered two
margaritas for my friend and I.
The waiter repeated what I said and I nodded in agreement. It was taking our drinks a really long
time to come out and when I asked about them he said that they were almost ready. The next thing I knew, he was carrying
two regular sized pizzas to our table.
Then it occurred to me, he thought I meant Margherita PIZZA!
We
ended up boxing up the pizza and paying for it anyway because I am sure that
when the waiter asked for clarification, I told him that we wanted pizza. Looks like we will be having leftovers
tomorrow night!
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