Recently, I was eating at a Japanese Restaurant, when I came across this on the menu . . .
Japanengrish? It would appear that somehow in the translation, the T’s and P’s got reversed, so a Lettuce Wrap became a Leppuce Wrat. Or so we hope. And pray.
There’s some peas in my leppuce that someone put there. They know I don’t like peas but they do not care. I actually do like peas, but not in my lettuce, thank you very much.
Worse yet, I worry that there might be a dead wrat laying on my leppuce.
And as you know, I do not eat wrat. It is not on my lunch bucket list.
I will not eat it here or there, I will not eat it anywhere. Not on a boat. Not with a goat. (Who probably loves leppuce.) Not in a car. Not in a bar. (There is not enough beer in Japan to convinve me to dine on wrats.)
And that’s a wrat, folks!
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