Very late to the party here and thought I wouldn't be able to come up with a photo at all. But, on searching through the archives, I came across the following.
Taken on a visit to Gent, in Belgium, a couple of years ago, it's a record of a very interesting lunch. And also, a salutary lesson.
Lesson: Don't be a smartass.
I like languages and flatter myself that when visiting a country where the first language is not English, I will, at least, 'have a go.' I have some schoolgirl French and a bit of Italian, so when I had mastered enough Dutch to say Hi and Goodbye and order a coffee, I thought I could manage a lunch menu without help.
Which is how I ended up with a plate of radishes atop a pile of soggy bread covered in curdled milk. (There are more radishes hiding under the salad leaves.) My husband was grinning and making mmmm noises into his fish soup. I was trying to work out how many more radishes I could conceal under the cutlery.
In 5 weeks and 2 days we'll be embarking on a trip to the US. I'm resolved that I will make no assumption regarding what's on the menu and will ask if I'm not sure.
And I'm rather hoping there won't be too many radishes!