We were living in the UK, probably 1994, and it just so happened that MrsTasty's sister was in-country as well (both sisters married service members). We lived a couple of hours apart.
Because of that, MrsTasty's folks planned a month-long visit; two weeks with us, then two weeks with their other daughter. There was a bit of competition between the two sisters to show their parents the better time, and our big surprise for them was a long weekend in Germany, courtesy of one of those bargain-priced coach trips.
MrsTasty's dad was proudly German-American, and he loved anything German, in typical over-the-top American style (yes, on his first day in Germany, he was especially proud to wear his "You Can Tell A German...But You Can't Tell Him Much!" t-shirt , so we won that competition (her sister just took them to London for the day, not bad, but not Germany for a long weekend).
We booked the trip through a local British travel agency, because there were no trips scheduled through the base recreation center, so we were the lone Americans on a bus full of Brits. No problem.
All the way there, my FIL talked enthusiastically about all the good, authentic German food he was going to eat, and all the good authentic German beer he was going to drink. Schnitzel and sausages and roast pork and more sausages and all washed down with beer, lots of German beer.
We got to the hotel the first night, all tired but excited, and we were told to meet in the dining room at 7PM, because the hotel had a special welcome dinner planned for the group and to not be late.
We arrived at the appointed time, and the hotel manager and our tour guide gave a little talk about how much they loved us, and loved each other, and loved everything and that the hotel had planned a special welcome dinner for "our British guests," (at which my FIL bellowed out, "AND FOUR AMERICANS!"), and as a special treat, beer was included with the meal.
"Oh, boy! I can't wait! Maybe it's Wiener schnitzel! With a lot of noodles! Or a big plate of sausages! Oh, boy, I can taste that beer now! And big soft pretzels and mustard!" He was almost crying with anticipation.
"So welcome everyone, from us to you, as a way to say a special hello, we have prepared for you, a special meal...FISH AND CHIPS! AND CANS OF YOUR FAVORITE BRITISH BEER FOR EVERYONE!"
Because of that, MrsTasty's folks planned a month-long visit; two weeks with us, then two weeks with their other daughter. There was a bit of competition between the two sisters to show their parents the better time, and our big surprise for them was a long weekend in Germany, courtesy of one of those bargain-priced coach trips.
MrsTasty's dad was proudly German-American, and he loved anything German, in typical over-the-top American style (yes, on his first day in Germany, he was especially proud to wear his "You Can Tell A German...But You Can't Tell Him Much!" t-shirt , so we won that competition (her sister just took them to London for the day, not bad, but not Germany for a long weekend).
We booked the trip through a local British travel agency, because there were no trips scheduled through the base recreation center, so we were the lone Americans on a bus full of Brits. No problem.
All the way there, my FIL talked enthusiastically about all the good, authentic German food he was going to eat, and all the good authentic German beer he was going to drink. Schnitzel and sausages and roast pork and more sausages and all washed down with beer, lots of German beer.
We got to the hotel the first night, all tired but excited, and we were told to meet in the dining room at 7PM, because the hotel had a special welcome dinner planned for the group and to not be late.
We arrived at the appointed time, and the hotel manager and our tour guide gave a little talk about how much they loved us, and loved each other, and loved everything and that the hotel had planned a special welcome dinner for "our British guests," (at which my FIL bellowed out, "AND FOUR AMERICANS!"), and as a special treat, beer was included with the meal.
"Oh, boy! I can't wait! Maybe it's Wiener schnitzel! With a lot of noodles! Or a big plate of sausages! Oh, boy, I can taste that beer now! And big soft pretzels and mustard!" He was almost crying with anticipation.
"So welcome everyone, from us to you, as a way to say a special hello, we have prepared for you, a special meal...FISH AND CHIPS! AND CANS OF YOUR FAVORITE BRITISH BEER FOR EVERYONE!"