Chuckarama at Sea

We all know that foreigners dislike Americans for many reasons. We are loud, we pair fanny packs with orange shorts, green shoes, and have a husband will yellow man-pris, we think EVERYBODY should speak English, we overuse, overspend, overindulge, and we think that everybody wants to be American. I am convinced, after spending seven nights aboard Royal Caribbean's Voyager of the Seas that foreigners also hate Americans because of their massive uncontrolled food consumption.

While strolling around Europe, I first noticed that most Europeans are not overweight. And in Italy, even the not-so-rich dress well enough to have stepped off the cover of Elle. Considering that many European cities are walkable and that they eat their largest meal of the day for lunch, Europeans are already a few weight classes below the good old US of A.

The triple threat enters with the fact that Americans like to take gluttonous week-long cruises on a floating buffet. After my second or third round of onion rings at the Jonny Rockets on the ship, I started to wonder about the Hispanic and Eastern European servers that just kept bringing us food. Could they afford to go on a cruise? Could they afford onion rings and shakes and Orange Fantas galore? This post isn't about their wealth or poverty. This post is about Americans who eat so much that they have to walk with a cane or think that Chuckarama is catering their vacation and that the concierge at the Ritz-Carlton is responding to their every whim.