I'm David Ferrier, in New Zealand are accidentally marooned in America, and I want to figure out what makes this country tick.

Now part of the fun of being in a different country is comparing the way everyone does things with the way you do things back home.

Like driving is pretty much the same, except back in New Zealand we drive on the other side

of the road, and the steering wheel is where the passenger seat should be.

We both have flags, but Americans love that flag way more than the people of New Zealand love theirs.

And possums, don't get me started on possums. In New Zealand, they're these horrible little brown things with glowing red eyes.

Whereas in America, possums are like a cute cartoon character with fluffy white bodies and cute pink noses.

I mean, some people have them here as pets.

A possums show affection by a behavior called slubing.

What that is is he rubs all over my feet, my legs, my hands.

And there's another thing that's different in America, too.

Barbecue.

In New Zealand, getting Barbecue means one guy standing around a little

gas-powered grill cooking sausages and maybe some steak.

But in America, Barbecue is taken to a whole other level.

Seven out of ten adults in America own some kind of barbecue device.

And by the time you get down to the south,

barbecuing turns into something else entirely more epic.

So put on that cowboy hat and get ready to crack open a bottle of Big Red,

because this is the barbecue episode.

Flagless. episode. I'm a flyless bird touch down in America.

Episodes around food scare me the most because I feel like it's so personal to people and it's the ones where I'm going to offend people.

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