When I lived in Germany, all anyone could tell me was how I had to try the schnitzel. Everyone told me how amazing these things were, and how when I went home it would be the thing I missed most. Three weeks passed, and the day finally came. They brought it to my table, and I took a bite. With eager anticipation, everyone was waiting for my reaction. My reaction was, "We have these in Iowa, only they're called pork tenderloins. And they're way better than this!"
Side story, I lived with a girl who was a Naval brat and she came from Youkosuka, Japan where her dad was stationed. She was showing me some pics she brought of her and her friends from HS, and they all had "Kinnick Football" and "Kinnick Wrestling" shirts on. I asked, "Kinnick, like Nile Kinnick?" She said, "yeah...Nile C. Kinnick was the name of my high school. He was some naval hero or something. You know of him?" I said, "OMG, you have no idea!" I pulled up pictures of Kinnick Stadium, the statue, and told her how revered he was in Iowa.
CSB.