Sometimes, we all cringe. You know the moment. There’s a table of loud Aussies in that cute little trattoria drawing disapproving glances from the nonna making the gnocchi. Uncaring of their impact, these are the types who feel (and act) entitled by the fact they’re paying for the experience.
It’s no wonder certain posh Tokyo sushi places have a separate floor for shouty (outsiders), and why Australian tourists often find themselves in a separate room out the back at that Parisian gastrodome, along with
