A cold, wet day in Hong Kong.
A Korean restaurant in an unfamiliar part of town.
I point to the kimchi tofu soup on the menu and ask the waitress whether there’s meat in it.
The steaming hot soup comes a long while later and there are huge slices of (possibly) pork in it.
Too hungry to bother complaining, I vacuumed up everything round the possi-pork. Thinking the waitress should at least be informed about the matter, I then pile up the slices in the now-empty rice bowl and present it to her. “Didn’t you tell me there’s no meat in this?”
“Oops, sorry, I didn’t know.”
Stunning — the logic of presenting something as a fact to a customer when you’re not sure about it yourself — when it would have been easy just to ask someone who would know. Bemused and somewhat horrified, I let it go. But now you know.