Why are Italians mad at food?
I promise you, not all Italians are always mad at food. Not all food, at least. We’re specifically mad at so-called Italian food that’s not real Italian food.
Italians are torn between the foreign novelty we see on TV, and the good food we’re so used to. If you want to find Italians anywhere in the world, go to Starbucks and listen for grumpy talk. Any Italian has tried Starbucks and came to the conclusion that’s not real coffee.
Dirty dishwater, that’s how we commonly refer to ‘long black coffee’ or ‘americano coffee’.
However, call it mocha latte creamy Frappuccino and we are 100% on board with the taste of freedom and ignorance.
Panini with salsiccia is a mystic sacred affair, but hot dogs are free for all.
Better than salsiccia? Probably not.
But would Italians have a hot dog during a football match when travelling across the States? Damn right we would.
Yee-haws in Italian.
There is a clear pattern and I believe the boyfriend cracked the code for me to manage my anger at food.
Are you ready for it?
The secret is in the name.
Whoever first put chicken, pepperoni, mayo, and barbecue sauce on a pizza committed blasphemy. There is no coming back from that, and Italians will be righteously mad at it.
However.
No one can deny the deliciousness of chicken, pepperoni, mayo, and barbecue sauce on flatbread. Or on an open sandwich, or pita bread, or pide.
Call in any other culture but keep it away from pizza… All in all, we’re mad at foreign Italian food but we would and will gladly deep fry your kebab.
I have eaten my fair share of food worth being mad at. I am a firm believer that a hamburger is a wasted bun and the best hamburger are made with doughnuts instead.
I would understand Germans’ anger and would be open to the idea of renaming this something more accurate: diabetes.
All those videos of enraged Italians mad at American ‘pasta carbonara’ are, first of all hilarious, secondly missing the point.
Perhaps that drowned overcooked pasta is not as bad as it looks. Perhaps they did actually cook it for a dog. Perhaps it was already digested. Who are we to know?
The only thing we can agree on is that it’s not carbonara.
Heck, even Italians from nearby towns would argue about the most original carbonara recipe.
I’d eat cold Domino’s with cheese stuffed crust as hangover food and I would recommend it to my own family.
If only, it wasn’t called pizza.
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Italians are torn between the foreign novelty we see on TV, and the good food we’re so used to. If you want to find Italians anywhere in the world, go to Starbucks and listen for grumpy talk. Any Italian has tried Starbucks and came to the conclusion that’s not real coffee.
Dirty dishwater, that’s how we commonly refer to ‘long black coffee’ or ‘americano coffee’.
However, call it mocha latte creamy Frappuccino and we are 100% on board with the taste of freedom and ignorance.
Panini with salsiccia is a mystic sacred affair, but hot dogs are free for all.
Better than salsiccia? Probably not.
But would Italians have a hot dog during a football match when travelling across the States? Damn right we would.
Yee-haws in Italian.
There is a clear pattern and I believe the boyfriend cracked the code for me to manage my anger at food.
Are you ready for it?
The secret is in the name.
Whoever first put chicken, pepperoni, mayo, and barbecue sauce on a pizza committed blasphemy. There is no coming back from that, and Italians will be righteously mad at it.
However.
No one can deny the deliciousness of chicken, pepperoni, mayo, and barbecue sauce on flatbread. Or on an open sandwich, or pita bread, or pide.
Call in any other culture but keep it away from pizza… All in all, we’re mad at foreign Italian food but we would and will gladly deep fry your kebab.
I have eaten my fair share of food worth being mad at. I am a firm believer that a hamburger is a wasted bun and the best hamburger are made with doughnuts instead.
I would understand Germans’ anger and would be open to the idea of renaming this something more accurate: diabetes.
All those videos of enraged Italians mad at American ‘pasta carbonara’ are, first of all hilarious, secondly missing the point.
Perhaps that drowned overcooked pasta is not as bad as it looks. Perhaps they did actually cook it for a dog. Perhaps it was already digested. Who are we to know?
The only thing we can agree on is that it’s not carbonara.
Heck, even Italians from nearby towns would argue about the most original carbonara recipe.
I’d eat cold Domino’s with cheese stuffed crust as hangover food and I would recommend it to my own family.
If only, it wasn’t called pizza.
Image: via
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