"Burger King? Don't eat that capitalistic carbohydrate-infested crap."

"So I don't suppose you'd want to do Pizza Hut either, huh?" I asked, looking at the Pizza Hut next to Burger King.

"No way! Are you crazy? We're in London; stay away from that American trash."

I looked through the glass and into Pizza Hut. "Shit, look. Everyone's being served like it's a fancy restaurant."

"Yea, that's what they do here."

"Really? At a Pizza Hut?"

"Yup. Families go there together for dinner. It's a big thing here."

Wow. Another odd fact of London formerly unbeknownst to me, but now definitely knownst.

"Hey now," I raised my eyebrow at some ladies crossing the street. "The women in Britain certainly aren't coy with high heel boots and short skirts."

"Did you just say 'coy'"?

"Uh, yea, so? One of the Brits in the office used it this morning, and it's been in my head all day."

"Riiight. Okay. Well, yea, fashion is a bit raunchier here than in the States."

"No shit. The ads here have no qualms about showing skin, that's for sure."

"Makes you realize how Puritan America is, doesn't it?"

I nodded. "Yea, it does. How ironic. Land of the Free, huh?"

"There's soft core porn on BBC 4 on Friday nights. It's great. T and A everywhere."

"Really? No shit. How, pray tell, do you know that?"

"I think I saw a commercial for one of it's movies during an episode of Friends."

"They play Friends here?"

"Yup. It's a few seasons behind. But a lot of American TV shows are popular here."

I tilted my head. "Like what else?"

"Ally McBeal. The Sopranos. A few others. They are all a few seasons behind though."

"That must be odd for Brits to hear an American accent like that. It's sure taken me a bit to get used to hearing the British accent on all of these other TV shows."

"Nah, they love American accents here the same way we like British accents in the States."

I nodded. "Oh yea, I think I've heard that before."

"Let's try this Italian place. The least we could do in Europe is go to an Italian restaurant, right?"

"Too bad all these places are closed. It's only what, 8 o'clock? Damn."

"You mean it's 20 o'clock."

I laughed. "Heh, oh, right, they do military time here."

"Yea. I don't know if the rest of Europe does it though."

"Go figure. Well, okay, this Italian place looks nice. Let's go in."

. . .

Have you ever been to London?