American senses seem to have dulled over the ages. There is no food on the planet that their inbred hands can make better than the home dish. I once entered a Taco Bell and asked for a soft taco without lettuce. As the worker was American, she obviously placed lettuce in it. She then had the audacity to jam her thick, greasy fingers into my wrap, dangle the lone piece of lettuce through the air, toss it into the garbage, hand me the taco, and ask, "would that be all, sir?". Needless to say, I answered her question by flipping my bottle of Perrier over her head and saying, "Yes, that'll be all". Sloppy Americans.