Had lunch the other day with The Y, who has a medium-thick Chinese accent. She's a UCLA grad on an exchange program working with us. One could say she's assimilated. Barely.
HUGO: What food do you most miss from back home?
THE Y: Roast dog.
HUGO: Hm. Wait, WHAT?
THE Y: Roast dog. It's delicious, Hugo!
HUGO: ROAST. DOG. YOU'RE FUCKING SHITTING ME, RIGHT?
THE Y: Yeah, it's street food. You walk around and they're hanging on all the local eateries' windows.
HUGO: =O
THE Y: It's not shocking. It's really good.
HUGO: BUT IT'S A DOG. THAT'S, LIKE, AN ANIMAL THAT'S NORMALLY A PET. IT AIN'T NATURAL! IT AIN'T NATURAL!!!!!!!!!
THE Y: No, not woof-woof; roast dog is quack-quack.
HUGO: OooooOOOOOHHHHhhhhhH. ROAST DUCK. OH. OKAY. Phew. Yeah, roast duck is pretty dope.
THE Y: But I've had dog woof-woof before.