One of the great things about America being the world’s largest cultural melting pot is that we’ve got all the killer foreign food to prove it. But, like so many other things we borrow from the rest of the world, we also like to tweak our imports, Americanize them if you will. Once upon these shores, nothing’s safe from Americanization, not even the food.

As an American who proudly refuses to loudly slurp my noodles, yet also cringes at the thought of adding milk before pouring my tea, I see both sides to these *alleged* gastronomic faux pas. To me though, food, like a living language, is a dynamic cultural element, open to experimentation (turducken anyone?), change (asian “fusion” yo!), and, perhaps inevitably, Americanization (French fries belong in your goddamn sandwich).

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