What Foreigners Like

In a Subway sandwich shop in Tamil Nadu, I ordered a salad with everything on it, until we came to the dressing. I said I didn't care for any. The man making my sandwich took a slice of cucumber, squeezed a bead of mayonnaise onto it, and handed it to me. I must have looked puzzled.
"Honey mustard!" he said. "Foreigners like honey mustard!"
It was honey mustard, more or less. I still didn't care for any. I was pleased, though, to know what foreigners like.