The local Chinese buffet is known (to me at least) for the funky version of English that they use to label their offerings. (My friend likes the sushi – what does he know?)
Last night they had a nice tray of Spanish with Cheese. I like Spanish anyway, but this was so delightful I had to go back for seconds.
Somewhere, my wife has a wonderful picture of an herb store located next to our favorite dim sum restaurant. The store’s sign describes, in awkward English, a number of ailments for which they have the cure. Most of them, we could figure out. But then one of the ailments listed was “Chicken Breast.” I kid you not.
To this day, all of us who saw the sign are deathly afraid of catching this horrible (we think) disease.