While growing up in Glasgow, French Toast was a standard meal - for lunch or dinner. We used ketchup/HP/Fuity sauce, rolled up the bread and skewered it with a fork.
My american wife was stunned to see me do this.
The majority of Americans I've met look at me as if I should be trailing a straitjacket for not wanting to slather it in syrup. Some look positively sick at the thought.

Is it just me who is nuts? Is it a Glaswegian/Scottish/British thing?

Inquiring mind wants to know....