One morning in Bangkok, a few years ago, I was sitting at the restaurant with a British guy.
With a slice of bacon hanging from his fork, he looks at the sky and lifts his hands, then loud and slowly he begins to talk:
“English breakfast...” then he pauses for while, so that I can wonder what will come next.
“...our gift to the world!”
Even though many years have passed since then, I still can't help laughing when I think of that.
(Photo from wikipedia.org)
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