One thing I do not look forward to when I visit the U.S. is the ridiculous names that I’m expected to read off restaurant menus when I want something to eat. Even when I lived in the U.S., I refused to say things like “Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity” or “Moons Over My Hammy.”
One nice thing about Europe is that when I order something, it’s called what it is. “Sandwich with beets and chevre”. I don’t have to say something like “Two Red Goats in a Blanket.”
C’mon American breakfast chains. Give people some dignity!