by George Zotov:

I arrived on my first day in Dubai.
immediately to meet. and returned. Hunting something to eat, before the plane only 2 yogurt finished (the query does not go). I ask at the hotel - what do you have here in the district for food? I am so happy – "McDonald’s" sir. No guys, thank you very much. And what more? I went to Inet. There is a type of pizza. Oh well well. Thirty dollars sir. No, somehow go out.
The people are angry. Go look further. Well, sir, if you are a non-characteristic European, and a strange psychic, there are nearby rides for poor gastarbayters. We have a neighborhood like that. But you will not eat it. We had a man from Russia. I ordered this too with sadness, and could not eat at all. We helped him, we ate. The portions are small, yes. You still want (I feel like people are already buriing me), sir? Here is the menu, look at it.
I look at the menu. Indian and Chinese food. The heart played. Going somewhere is lazy. Are they delivering? Yes Sir. Even one sandwich for a dollar, and then deliver, and delivery is free. We, the gastarbayers, are the poor people. Okay, I ordered a batter chicken (a fan from India) and chicken in Manchurian. And fresh cakes. Dinner was valued at 8 backs. Food arrived in 20 minutes.
I tried to eat it all night and left it for the next day. God, if these are small portions, what are the big portions?