Lost in Translation

After another crappy night's sleep, I met Sunil for breakfast at the hotel restaurant. At least they had a buffet. Most of it was various traditional Indian dishes and fresh fruit, which I quickly decided against. I settled on a handful of items as I went around, a small roll, chicken sausage, some roasted potatoes, etc. I then spotted the omelet guy. Score! He had a standard buffet setup, a burner, pan, eggs and an assortment of toppings. Nothing wrong with that, right? Right?

Our exchange went like this:

Egg Guy: “Can I?” as he gestured towards the eggs.
Me: An omelet please.
EG: Fried Egg?
Me: Um, no. An omelet?
EG: Fried Eggs?
Me: Um, I don’t think that’s the same. Can you make me an omelet?
EG: Yes. Fried Eggs.
Me: Is that the same as an omelet?
EG: Yes, Yes. Fried Egg. You will like.
Me: Ok, then. I’ll take one. Thank you.
EG: Coverings? Pointing to the toppings.

I selected onions, green peppers and cheese to accompany my "Fried Egg”. What I got was unfortunately NOT an omelet. The Fried Eggs I got were sunny side up eggs with onions, green peppers and cheese on top; definitely not an omelet. What’s worse is I watched him make it. I saw him put the eggs on a flat skillet, and leave them there to solidify. I kept waiting for him to mix’em around or something. Nope, he just tossed on my ‘coverings’ and handed me my Fried Egg.

Not a good way to start the day.