I look down at my Pan de Bono ready to devour it. But first, I think on what just happened while I ordered it. As the server asked me what I wanted to start with, I probed him to see what this ambiguous “cheese bread” menu item was. I mean, truly, that could be anything. It was in English, but I new the cafe was Brazilian, so I asked, “Is this more like Pan de Yuca or Pan de Bono?” while I pointed at the corresponding words on the menu. The server immediately switched to Span

This is what happens when a minimalist goes home for the holidays.