The adventures of the "Pretty Womens" at Peggy Sue's American Diner

I've spent many an entry on the food here in Spain, and how similar all the restaurants are to each other. You can find the same options at just about any bar/restaurant in town, just at different prices and qualities. So today, Alexis and I decided to be adventurous and try some "American food" at the only American diner in town, Peggy Sue's. Now that I'm a foreigner, I finally have the chance to critique how authentic the American cuisine is in a different country.
Peggy's is a little diner decorated like a classic 50's burger joint. The puffy black chairs and booths stand on a checkered floor. The walls are mint and pink, hung with vintage posters of milkshakes and old cars. It's cute, and it more or less looks like home. Part of the menu was even in English, and the water was free! We sat down and (painstakingly) ordered in Spanish. We got cheese fries to start, I got a chicken sandwich and Alexis got chicken strips. The food was only a little off. In Spain, cheddar cheese = nacho cheese, so I had a lovely glaze of "Spanish cheddar" on my chicken sandwich, as well as the fries. Everything in Spain is fried in olive oil, so the chicken strips were also a little off, but still good!

Chicken Strips and Nacho Fries

so much nacho! They just think Americans are gross here!

Everything was going fine until Alexis absentmindedly stared at our waiter a little too long. He noticed.
Many things that we do out of politeness in America are taken as come-ons in Spain. Such as smiling. I realized that we had made the mistake of being too "smiley" and he began to get very flirty.. He kept coming over to our table after that, saying things I didn't understand, patting my arm, dancing here and there, singing the Beatles songs (as much as someone who doesn't know much English can), and telling us we were "pretty womens" (lol!). In Spain it is much more acceptable for men to cat call, whistle, stare, and tell women they are pretty. It is considered a compliment here rather than "being creepy," as it would be in America. He spoke so softly that we could barely hear him, let alone understand anything, so we just awkwardly smiled some more and didn't know what to say...

My "wth is going on" face

Needless to say, it was a very strange cultural experience. The good news is, we got a free brownie out of it, and an invitation/coupon to the bar where he was working that night :) Maybe we'll have to do this more often... ;)