Years ago, I asked a thinly-mustached waiter at a small café in France how the "Café Americano" was named. He gave me a condescending smirk as only a native Frenchman is able and said, "I don't want to say, because I think you are an American."
"No, no, please tell me. For the moment, assume I'm Canadian."
"It is called Americano because it is the same amount of coffee only made fat and weak," he enunciated clearly as his smirk grew. "Like the … you see?"