My dad (Papa Bear) versus Sean’s dad (Papa Myles).
My dad is quite the rock and roll type of guy, always up for a good party, and is what you call Mr. Sociable. He has always had the gift of gab, though he would not be entering himself in any grammar contest. Before formally meeting Papa Myles (as I now call him), we would message each other. I can say through our messages my spelling improved immensely, as he would frequently correct my spelling, albeit in a joking manner. My dad’s sense of humour is very silly and sometimes grotesque, whereas the British sense of humor is clever and a bit sarcastic. All in all, the key is humor and though my father-in-law will make sure you are on your punctual best, in the end, both dads are satisfied when they can crack a smile on your face.
Sunday BBQ versus Sunday Roast
Being from the USA, weekend dinners usually consisted of BBQ and cocktail time, sitting outside in the back yard jamming to 80’s hair band music with my dad. We consumed countless ribs, salmon, sausages, and tri-tips on the backyard grill. When I first came to visit England, I soon found out that backyard was not a word associated with the outside area. This was called the garden. I recall my first Sunday supper with “Papa Myles”, which was also the first time I was being properly introduced. On Sunday’s in England, it is very traditional to have a roast. Lamb is big in England, which is not something I normally have, so he kindly cooked a beef roast.