While being serenaded in a cheesy Italian restaurant, you should behave accordionly.
Lunch restaurants make me emotional. I get all cafe teary-eyed .
The BBQ joint was held up. What a braisin’ act.
A restaurant that serves bull testicles opened right next door to me. Seems my whole neighbourhood’s getting genitalfried!
The server at the restaurant told such awful jokes, it was torture. I wanted him charged with waiterboreding
Indian restaurant at the Athens Acropolis: aka The Part the Naan.
The chef fired the waiter for disobeying hors d’oeuvres.
I misspelled the menus at my restaurant. Perverts kept showing up asking ‘where’s the can o’pees’?
Classic Cannibal Menu:
- Smoked Salman appetizers, followed by Irish Stu, made with ground Chuck and sausage Patty; served with Trishkebobs and Eds of lettuce on the side.
- For dessert: Adam’s apple pie, and J-Lo pudding pops.
- To drink: Tina Colada or a Ron and Coke.
I went to a Japanese food place where the service takes forever. I guess it was a wok on the ‘while’ side.