Curry curry curry...
I once stayed in a little B&B in a quaint little village not too far from Slough, run by an elderly couple. Not quite your average B&B, more that they had an oversized house and rented out their several sizeable spare bedrooms, in a village with a single pub, the single shop not open after five and no takeaways.

They seemed very pleased when a nice, respectable, reasonably dressed, well spoken young chap turned up at the door, and we were chatting for a little while, passing the usual pleasantries whilst going through the usual formalities of keys, breakfast time and so forth.

The lady suddenly said to me, "Oh, it's so good that you came here rather than going to a bed and breakfast in Slough!", to which I chuckled politely before she carried on, "You could have been eating curry for breakfast!"

A bit shocked, I paused for just long enough to register my disgust at the casual racism and responded, "I quite like curry for breakfast.", probably (hopefully) dispelling all her first impressions of me. I'm sure she burned my toast the next morning on purpose.
(MrOli is ugly, but in the morning you will be sober, Sun 24 Feb 2013, 19:56, Reply)