When I was in Milan my host took me to a bar on the outskirts of town.
It was tiny, and had black lights up and crazy posters. People smoked
hookah and there were couches all over. They were celebrating an
anniversary so there were home made snacks all over and the bar tender
gave everyone a small free cup of beer with a smiley face drawn on it.
They only served local Italian craft beers from breweries within 200
miles, and shockingly there was a huge selection. The only thing I
recognized was their one commercial beer, which was the most expensive
one on the menu……. PBR! Hahah! They hated it! But they served it
because they thought it was trendy and funny to have a shit American
beer on the menu. My tiny Italian host swore it was like water and
brought me a cup. I didn’t know what it was until I tasted it and he
was like “Maybe you know this! It is American like you.” Haha I was
like SERIOUSLY. We talked about American beer and I told him people
only drank this because it was cheap and he said it was very sad.
“Americans, all they know is money. They want much, but spend little
on everything. All they have is crap. Italians, we have little, but it
is all quality.” Then he showed me his 100 year old watch that looked
brand new. “Americans will wear plastic watch. My great father buy
this new (great grand father I suspect) and is still working.” We
talked about commercialism and he said he respected me much more for
my viewpoints. “It is like you are Italian! But you are American, born
in the wrong place.” It was a great compliment to me. We got very
drunk and sang songs in the streets as we walked home, and other
Italians sang with us, it was very cute. I loved Italy.