*sips tea* I have no idea what you mean! ;o)

In all seriousness though, my grandfather (now deceased) point blank refused to go to the USA because he met and shared a mess hall with American soldiers during the Berlin Airlift and was morally outraged. For a man raised by Victorian parents on matters of etiquette, the idea that people would put their elbows on the table, cut up food before the meal, instead of during it like real human beings, and then use a fork to 'shovel it in' (his words, not mine) - was a complete anathema to his British sensibilities. As a result he made your entire nation culinary villains across my childhood. It's an interesting cultural difference that holds to be true(ish) I think, along with portion sizes. I nearly died when I ordered a medium sized pizza in Williamsburg last year and the esoteric knowledge of how to make tea properly which was lost somewhere over the Atlantic. The correct answer is 'kettles', I won't stand for any microwaving of water. It's madness and it tastes funny.