I have loved all of the stories so far, each and every one of them.
My wife and I were in Venice in Sept. 2019, and did our best to get a little off of the beaten path. At dinner one night we went all out: multiple appetizers, courses, main courses, bottle of wine, desserts, digestivos, and so forth. We did so well that a French couple seated next to us pointed to the server and basically said “we will have what they are having.” (Not bad for a couple of hillbillies from Texas). This particular night, my wife bonded with the server (a young lady). So, after a couple of hours, my wife flagged her down to request the bill. (I coached her to say “bill”). She immediately asked for the “check” in her heavy southern twang. The waitress stood there for about 10 seconds, and said in broken English “okay, I will bring you a chicken!” I of course couldn’t stop laughing, my wife and the poor waitress were embarrassed and more red than the wine. We worked it out with universal sign language for $$$. The waitress returned, and my wife decided to ask “how long have you lived in Venice?” The poor waitress was sweating and red at this point, disappeared and returned about 5 minutes later with another young lady. Apparently, the waitress thought my wife was trying to ask if she was a legal immigrant in Italy (she was apparently from the Baltic region).
The next night in Venice we witnessed 4 different extremely heated disputes (Between the staff and patrons)at a different restaurant. It culminated with the manager and a German in each other’s faces in the alley over the bill taking too long to get the table. In the German’s defense it had been hours...and he had been asking.