I used to work for T.I. in Houston. Once a young programmer fellow from the Bedford, England came to do some consulting. He was a nice enough guy, but very stiff and proper. On his last day before returning to G.B., I took him to lunch at a Luby's Cafeteria. While waiting in line, I told him that before he left Texas, he simply must try some mepyew.
He said, "What?"
I said, "Mepyew. It is very popular. Everyone here eats it with lunch. Sort of a Texas tradition. The woman in the serving line will ask you if you want some."
I give a sly wink or two to various prospective diners who were overhearing the conversation and looking quizzical.
He agreed to order some mepyew.
We approached the first station where the lady was selling jello deserts and chilled salads.
"Mepyew?" she asked.
"Yes please," he responded.
"Mepyew?" (Now with noticeable agitation.)
"Yes! If you Please!"
"Well ahm not a mind reader!"
I laughed a little.
Finally realizing that he had been had, he proceded directly to the roast beef and mashed potatoes, as any good Englishman would.
I giggled. The people I had winked at giggled. My English friend busied himself with macaroni and cake.
Back at the office, Sheila and Mike giggled. The Englishman studied a directory listing.
Someday, I'm going to invent a dish called mepyew. Maybe it will be a jello and roast beef casserole.