The C Forum:

In other words, I love Arabia.
I learned to accept her as she is.
Painting from nature. As we move around the country, we have to eat at local restaurants. I’m always asked, “Why do you always get what you order at the restaurant, and there’s constant confusion with our orders?”
It’s just the same thing with my order. I just eat what I brought.
If you order a chicken soup at a restaurant in a provincial Arab town, then telling the owner of the establishment in English, in Arabic, drawing the chicken on a paper, tapping the wings and touching, you can be almost sure that he understood you. In his beautiful black eyes you read the understanding, he will also naturally depict the chicken in response to you and go away for the soup. Do not rush to rejoice. You can bring... leech soup. Because on the way to the kitchen he saw a friend, forgot, thought about it, or just the lentil soup stood closer.
I understand that lovers of good service are throwing me down with dried tomatoes now, but I usually eat what they brought. I understand that it is not possible to allow services to be so that the customer is always right, etc.
But... if you ask to replace the soup with the ordered chicken, then on the way to the kitchen the owner of the cafe may again forget, it may be time for prayer, and he will make a prayer, and the chicken can still happily run around the courtyard.
So on such trips eat what they give, because you don’t know when you’ll have to eat the next time.)