Cross-cultural eating restrictions

I only have a few minutes, but I have to share one of those classic moments that fell upon us last night.

We all went out for dinner, and I was behind Joss in line at the Mongolian grill. He was piling some raw pork on some noodles, and he dropped some pork on top of the beef in the next container.

"Joss, pick that up and put it back. Some people eat beef, but not pork. You wouldn't want them to put it on their plate by accident. It's might be against their religion."

"I know. Lesbians. Lesbians don't eat pork," he says knowingly, offhandedly.

I stared at him blankly for a second, awed. "Wait, you mean Muslims?"

He moved on to the pineapple. "Yeah, Muslims and Lesbians."

I debated for a minute, and concluded that the Mongolian food bar was not the place to interrogate Joss as to how exactly it is he defines "lesbian". I couldn't keep a straight face about it through dinner,  so I just didn't bring it up again. I'll get to it this afternoon, when I can be composed and mature about it. I'll let you know what he says.

more tomorrow.