I’ll never take an English restaurant menu for granted again. Ever.
My first two weeks in Asia have equipped me with stellar chopstick skills (that’s a slight exaggeration- it’s more like manageable chopstick skills that result in the occasional dropped wonton and persnickety noodle chases around my bowl), and I have developed a love (or maybe just an amused fascination) with pointing at random Chinese characters and ordering whatever they think I’ll like. When I’m with my team, we’ll either look at the pictures or occasionally speak to an employee that knows a little English. We use a lot of hand motions and just hope for the best.