Probably not as much as I love you =] how have you been Brit? How’s break?
Nah I don’t. I just figured out how to reply
So a few mornings started off pretty well. My roommate David from Hong Kong decided to go find some place to eat at for breakfast before parting ways later on in the day. We went to a café to sit down and eat. I know I may talk about food a lot but it’s a part of the culture so bear with me. I ordered a sausage and egg Panini (which was amazing if you were wondering) but it wasn’t just the Panini that was amazing. The girl who delivered our food to us (we ate at the tables outside) brought the food along with two bottles of condiments. One bottle was red and one was brown. I automatically assumed and knew that the red bottle was ketchup. Either ketchup or hot sauce is a standard sauce/condiment for any meal that I eat so I was extremely excited to get an actual bottle of ketchup because every other place I’ve went since I’ve been here has only given me one or two packets of ketchup. Surprisingly enough, even to myself, I became more intrigued by the brown bottle that came out next to the ketchup. I was thoroughly confused because I didn’t know if the stuff that was in the bottle was actually brown, and if it was I didn’t think I wanted it anywhere near my food. As I’m wondering what this mystery condiment is on the table I turn to a random guy who was sitting next to me drinking his coffee and ask him what the brown sauce is. He turns to me and tells me it’s “brown sauce.” I felt a little disrespected at first because I thought he was being rude but then I asked him what’s it taste like and then he starts to explain more clearly. He told me it’s called brown sauce and it has a sweet/spicy/tangy taste. He tried explaining it better but he couldn’t so his advice was just to put some on the side and try it. I figured when it came to food I’d try at least anything once. So I took some brown sauce and put it on the side of my plate and then dipped my sandwich into it. I bit into my sandwich and chewed as my face started to form a weird face. I could not believe it, the sauce was incredibly…
AMAZING!!! I then understood that the English had been holding back on us. They had the best tea and along with their hot sandwiches they had brown sauce. I took the brown sauce and put it all over my sandwich because I found out that ketchup has nothing at all on this amazing condiment called simply “brown sauce.” I should have known, with a name like that, it had to be good. I don’t know if that’s another way of the British saying bbq sauce but whatever kind of sauce it is will be brought back to America with me when I come. This may seem like a pointless post but I meant to post this two days ago so I’m getting it out of the way now.