I am sitting in a Starbucks* overhearing a person of a certain socio-economic appearance describing their visit to...

I am sitting in a Starbucks* overhearing a person of a certain socio-economic appearance describing their visit to France and how they ordered dinner at a restaurant and didn't know what they were ordering (because the menu was in French). One of which was something "scaloppine". And assuming it was scallops. That would come with pasta. And getting "something that looked like a thin pork chop". With an ensuing conversation of "I think it's veal" "It can't be veal. Veal would be thick, like a steak." Etc. Finally convincing the person I'm hearing to taste it. I presume from the retching noises that they were not pleased it was, in fact, veal. There was another snippet about asparagus soup, and how were they supposed to know that boeuf was beef, and so on.

I should really be thinking good for them, they were clueless and took a risk, and stretched their boundaries. I am finding that sort of non-judgmental approach to be difficult.

* I ran away.