Grits / Grütze

Sometimes there seems to be a very wide gulf between Britain and the USA.

Comment #15:

I’m still scratching my head over the fact that the three kids go to Tottenham Court Road and find an all-hours greasy spoon complete with gum-cracking waitress.
And then they order cappuchino. Instead of, say, grits.

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