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One of the easiest ways to amaze New Zealanders is to talk about American food. They have an idea that Americans constantly practice a crazed gluttony, and they're probably right.
New Zealanders harbor the suspician that American order food and it's dished up in portions big enough to require a forklift. This suspician is highest in people who have actually been to the States.
There's good reason. A large Domino's pizza here is the size of a medium in the States - possibly a little smaller. A large Coke at McDonalds here is about the same as a child-size in the States. New Zealanders can't comprehend the reason Americans are served such things (and to be honest, I'm not sure anyone can, really.)
And when I start talking about things such as fried turkey, or stuffed, deep-fried burgers, or my Atlanta friend's favorite, the hamdog (and its cousin, a burger encased by Krispy Kreme donuts instead of a bun) the Kiwi expression turns from one of incredulous to indignation to just trying to keep their head from exploding.
Fun times. (And all this really makes me want a stretch here).