On my travels with work, trying to find cheap eating places (because my clients are on benefits and have very little money) I found a place called Taste of Texas, the owner is a lovely lady originally from Texas, I've only met her twice but she remembered me and gave us free drinks!
The first time I went to her cafe she was saying how she hated the snow and had been checking out the weather 'at home' on the 'net.
She made me the best English breakfast I've ever had.
She calls jam jelly, then remembers that we call it jam. Jelly to me is completely different.