Waitress could not understand what we wanted.

One time I called up a restaurant to put in a to-go order. This was a place we’d eaten at several times before so we were familiar with the menu. Peruvian joint. I ordered my meal using the Spanish first — and my Spanish pronunciation is pretty good. She had no idea what I was talking about.

So then I switched to English. Still had no idea what I was talking about. Note that this is a common item that has been on their menu for years. Eventually, she figured out what I wanted after I said it in both languages maybe a dozen times. Maybe she was new? I don’t know but it was indeed mildly frustrating to attempt to order a normal menu item and be treated like you were attempting to acquire some Nepalese yak meat or something.