When cultures collide

About to order a beer at Festival Birofilia

Meant to post this photo taken last month at Festiwal Birofilia in Zywiec right after returning home from Poland, but failed.

It was a hoot eavesdropping on the conversation, all in Polish and pretty much none of which I understood except the part where the person selling beer tried to teach this fellow how to say “ee-pa.”

The look on his face after he tried the beer suggested he wished he’d made another choice.

2 thoughts on “When cultures collide”

  1. The first taste can come as a surprise. Funny how the brain works, but when I have an IPA sometimes, the first tastes of it, on the California coast on a car trip in the 80’s, still sometimes come back to me even though I’ve had countless of them. That is how important early brain encoding can be: if for decades you are used to something, something different comes as a shock. For this gent, it must have been a big one as one can presume he had known mostly the blond Polish lagers all his life.

    Gary

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