Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m really phoning it in this week. You wanna fight about it? Anyway, before all this craziness with my family, my brother and our respective wives took a trip along the Mason Dixon Wine Trail and found, surprisingly, that all wine made in this area isn’t complete and utter cat piss, and is, sometimes, in fact, preferable to standard “drinkin’ wine on a Tuesday night” wines like Yellow Tail, for example. Wow, that last sentence looks like it just got tea-bagged by the comma monster. Whatever, if we weren’t supposed to use them they never would have been invented. Here’s a transitional sentence!
At some point during our trip through the Pennsylvanian hinterlands we started getting hungry and decided to stop in a tiny town comprised of a grocery store, Rite Aid, Italian restaurant, and tattoo parlor. Having consumed something on the order of all the wine in Pennsylvania, we opted for a modest 42″ pizza and two baskets of fried bric-a-brac. We’re still not exactly sure what we ate, but we think we might have had fried zucchini, fried cauliflower, and deep fried chicken fried steak fries, all slathered in a healthy coating of ranch dressing, of course.
The service was nice and prompt, and our waitress was nothing if not extremely friendly and attentive, but the menus left a little something to be desired.
You can see them below, but you really need to click through to flickr to see them full-sized in all their majesty. I imagine the restaurant owner, having spent a few hours working on the menus, sent for one of the town elders to review his work and instead got a barely literate sixth grade dropout. I’ve only looked at the menus twice, and each time I’ve found new stuff to laugh at, so I’m sure there are still some gems in there that I’m overlooking. Lemme know what you find that I missed.
Why’d you have to go and make me hungry at 10:00am?
Just, drink responsible, will ya? I’m thinking that involves avoidance of the ‘Puker’s Apple’.
Why can no one spell Guinness correctly? It’s on the fucking can, for chrissakes… also, I was impressed how few spelling errors there were, until I got to “oregeno”, that is…
I thought that people were well versed in the use of spell check…?
Thank you for the complimentary tickets to the grammar rodeo. Wooowee that was fun!
Personally, I’m taking the 50,000-foot view, and enjoying the bold combination of lobster ravioli and jager bombs.
Man, that buffalo steak sub sounds good!
Only $4.50 for a jack and coke?? Sigh* sounds like a dream. In NYC those kind of drink prices would be hard to come by.
The Guiness from something tastes just like tap. Te way they explain it is most primitive