Chicago, USA.

Everything is very mumbly-jumbly.

I find myself eating "Asian" food almost every single meal here in America. Meanwhile, there are people in the far east who subside on a diet of Hambugers and Pizza every day.

East is west. West is east.

Could it be that the predefined labels are actually switching? Isn't it sacreligious to call something a "California Roll"? Isn't it the same as calling it a slice of "Singapore Style Deep Dish"? How soon before we have "North Dakota Rolls"?

Everything should be made into smoothies.

I still fail to see how food has a location associated with it. I don't see how pasta is Italian, I don't understand how the Indians have an ownership on curry powder, I don't see how the Mexicans somehow possess the power of the Avacado.

Also, why is all the food imagery associated with these menu items based on complete comic-book stereotypes of a place. Italian restaurants always have images of wide vistas of Tuscan landscapes, Mexicans are always portrayed as margarita loving sombrero wearing party animals, Ethiopains are always shown in their National Geographic glory and never shown hungry and dying while at famine-infused civil war.

Then there's the idea of fusion food. Mix it all up. It seems as though if you can mix more than two countries together and successfully get away with it, you can charge eight times the price. I'm strongly condering opening the first Canadian-American fusion restaurant. The best things from both cultures.... lots of maple syrup taste, deep fried and shot in the neck.