So, what’s on the menu?

And Everyone Understands This?

Americans have strange names for food and menu items.  I don’t know about you but I’d be a bit concerned to see a taco walk out of a doughnut shop. Ok, to be fair, Doughnutland does have as small kitchen, but still, walking tacos? Tacos in and of themselves are weird. We use Wisconsin cheese, California lettuce and beef, tomatoes from Colorado or someplace similar, shells made in New York, yet this is a Mexican food? If you say so.

A taco walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender looks at him and says, “A beer? You’re Mexican, you should be drinking Margarita’s. “I’m an American taco, a beer please, preferably a Heineken. “

At this point in the dialogue things get really fowl. Buffalo wings? If I ever see one of them fly over me it’s straight to AA and the wagon, believe you me! Then there’s buffalo wild wings. Of course they’re wild, the tame ones would just fly away and hide in Montana.

Ever see a chicken with fingers? If I ever see the chickens where they get those fingers, I’m taking up aquatic living! Those beasts would be huge. Then there’s the chicken place advertising a twelve piece meal. What’s that, eleven French fries and a buffalo wing?

Speaking of doughnuts, ever try to put one of those holes back into the space where there is a hole? It don’t work! How about a Napoleon? Not in Russia!

Ok, I know this is short, but it’s time to head to the kitchen and hope no tacos walked off with my supper.