It's been a little over a week since I met my National Committee coworker at The Smell of Europe, a small coffeeshop in Northwestern Shanghai a couple hundred meters from her hotel, for the hour and a half that she was able to escape from the weeklong orientation program she was running for the Committee's longstanding Teacher Exchange Program (TEP).
Nevertheless, the English translations that we found on the coffeeshop's menu are timeless.
Would you feel safe ordering a "fruit vulture"?
We braved it and ordered a fruit cocktail/salad, which actually surpassed our expectations.
You'd think the fries would make you smarter. The weirdest thing is that if you read the Chinese, you know that you are ordering a pasta dish (direct translation is "Napoleon pasta")
Even when the menu seemed to linguistically make sense, we were still in for a surprise . This was the beverage that arrived after Margot ordered an "iced mocha".
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