During my junior year of college, I studied abroad in Siena, Italy. The apartment I shared with my roommate was located on the floor above a restaurant. While two college students on a budget certainly weren't eating out at restaurants every night, we didn't have to go far when we dined out.
The first time we ventured downstairs for dinner, I remember using my very little Italian to ask for a table for two. When I looked at the menu, I froze. It wasn't that it was written in Italian (which was to be expected), it was the amount of courses that were listed, which threw me for a loop, and undoubtedly does the same for any unsuspecting tourist, student, or a newly-arrived expatriate.
