My German in-laws enjoy having family dinners at Chinese restaurants. This strikes me as funny somehow, as if German in-laws are only allowed to have family meals at the imbiss, over currywurst (sausage with curry sauce) and pommes rot-weis (french fries with ketchup and mayonaise). In fact, they probably have those too.
My wife is translating the menu to me. Her mother notices, and asks me whether she should request an English-language menu. “No, that’s not necessary,” I reply in halting German, “I don’t speak Chinese anyway.” This got big laughs. Fortunately my in-laws are easily amused.