I remember ordering "Quatre petits-déjeuners, s'il vous plaît" ('Four breakfasts, please') in a small café in Cherbourg after myself and three friends had got the ferry across to France about 20 years back. None of my companions had ever visited France before, and didn't really understand the culture or even speak any French.
A few minutes later four plates with croissants, and four cups of strong black coffee were placed in front of us.
I was leisurely enjoying my breakfast, when one of my friends asked "When's the breakfast coming?"
Looking across the table I saw that they had all already eaten their croissants.
"You've just eaten breakfast," I replied.
"What! Where's the sausages? Where's the eggs? Where's the rashers? That wasn't breakfast!!"
"Oh, but it was," I replied. "Welcome to France."
They were expecting something like this: