Originally Posted by
Paint Horse
Back when cowtown was indeed cowtown, the big managers of the packing house always came from Chicago. When I was about 10 the latest one invited my father and the family over for dinner. To make use feel at home his wife, as I see now, decided to serve chilli. When shown what I was going to be having for dinner I said the 10 year old equivalent of "What in the he** is this cr**. I am not eating this ....." I can still see that house's kitchen for some reason. Fortunately none of the imported from Chicago managers stayed long.
A little OT, but it reminds me of a story my first boss, Al
Kruse told me. He was invited to dinner at the home of a co-worker. The co-worker was from Mexico and Al was hoping for/expecting an authentic Mexican home cooked meal. He was served cheeseburgers. When he asked his co-worker later on, he was told that she thought he was Mexican too since his name was
Cruz and he would want something authentically American.