My father was in the Air Force. Near the close of World War II, he was sent to Belgium. During some free time, he took a walk and came upon a little place to eat. He sat down and looked at the menu. Not knowing the language, he searched for something that seemed familiar. "Hamburger American". He ordered it and was surprised when he was presented with a plate of raw hamburger! Through some improvised sign language and charades, he got it cooked. He couldn't imagine eating it raw, and the staff couldn't imagine anyone wanting it cooked!

Linda Freedman
Cheshire, CT