Okay, icy-dog, now I have to tell you a story. And as a disclaimer, I've been to Europe a few times, but never to the UK, so I can't speak for them at all.
I went to school in Austria for a while and we would take little two day trips every weekend to other countries (Italy, Germany, Hungary, etc. - it was great!) so when we got there they wanted to give us a little primer on local customs and stuff so we wouldn't offend or look like dorks - not that it stopped a lot of us from looking like dorks, mind you. Hence, the ice thing came up and that's why I laughed when I read your post. It took me right back because we were all saying, "What's up with no ice anywhere except McD's which we don't like anyway?" I did not go to Europe to eat at McD's.
Anyway, the other thing they told us was NOT to ask for cereal as it was very expensive and hard to find, and most host families would not have any. Fine. I really don't care what I have for breakfast. So the first morning I went to my family's main house (I was staying in their garden villa, looking at an alp on one side, and the Danube on the other - totally lucked out with that placement!) for breakfast and they had everything you could think of on the table - fresh rolls and jams and cheeses and meats, different teas, all kinds of things and it looked FANTASTIC! I was a very poor college student who had about killed myself to get there and had been eating generic rice puffs for breakfast forever to afford to go. So you can imagine my reaction. And right next to my seat was a very small box of very American cornflakes (yup, even down to the Kellogg's rooster on the box).
They did not speak any English, and their accent was really southern, so I was still trying to pick it all up (my German's okay in Germany, but in Austria it took a bit of getting used to - like learning English in London and then moving to Alabama

) but I picked up that they really wanted me to feel at home, so they had gone way out of their way to find this crazy and very expensive cereal just for me. What can you say?
So for the first week, every morning I would wake up and eat my bowl of Kellogg's cornflakes, and watch them eating this breakfast that would have made me cry with joy. Finally, when the box ran out I was able to say, "Oh, no please! That was so sweet of you, but you really don't need to go to all that trouble again! I would feel terrible, and what you're having looks wonderful!" And from then on, she would tell her friends what I lovely and accomodating young woman I was to consent to step out of my comfort zone in that way

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They were such a lovely family, and yes, it was as good as it looked!