Cafe Menu

posted on 9 May 2007 in Menus


Photo courtesy of Tim P.

Menu found in Tokyo, Japan.

16 captions

  1. coffeebot | 7:07 pm |

    George Bush asked me to tell you to call them “Freedom Fly” from now on

  2. Bob | 2:10 am |

    French Triple Whammy – Clock Monsieur, French Fly and Bucket (Bagette)

  3. Catsin | 5:37 pm |

    Clock, monsieur? I need to time myself to see how long it takes for me to throw up after eating all those French flies and buckets.

  4. cheftoni1990 | 9:46 pm |

    the ham plate isn’t cured yet? I though we fixed that problem!

  5. Hungry | 10:39 am |

    Hey waiter, can i have the rice without the bucket?

  6. Alice in Wonderland | 4:12 pm |

    Why are they eating that clock from Beauty and the Beast?

  7. Squiggly | 2:38 am |

    Clock Monsieur, French flies, a piling match of cheese, all served in a bucket? Mais oui! Garçon, another bucket for Mr. Creosote!

  8. Veggiet | 11:31 am |

    Yes I’m on the Olive and Nut Diet. I would like 1 Olive and 1 nut to go please….

  9. Jeff | 10:06 pm |

    I told him: “Here’s your clock, Mounsier!”. And then, the French fly…

  10. somebody | 7:50 am |

    Boy, I sure can’t seem to choose what I’ll be having for today!

  11. Draconex | 12:16 pm |

    You mean, the ham is still sick?

  12. Seventy2rd o clock | 8:32 pm |

    – Time flies, pasta with tomato coffee nuts and flied lice to go at three o’clock, please.

  13. Seventy2rd o clock | 8:52 pm |

    Waiter, there’s rice in my worms!

  14. Myself | 11:30 am |

    @72rd 8:32 pm
    Time flies like the wind. Fruit flies like bananas.

  15. Myself | 11:31 am |

    Thursday’s pasta has far to go.

  16. Myself | 11:40 am |

    I ran through the narrow streets of Tokyo, my heart racing. The thugs were right on my tail. Thinking quickly, I darted across a busy street right as the crosswalk light turned red, and ducked into a café. Still being pursued, I looked around for anything which could hinder the approach of these thugs. My eyes fell upon a bucket of rice which someone had ordered.

    “Sumimasen!”, I apologized, and picked up the bucket of rice and poured it out over the threshold of the café’s door. Then, I knocked over the towering clock monsieur which stood beside the door, making a barricade across the café’s entrance. Next, I took a piling match of cheese and lit the rice on fire, creating an insurmountable barrier for my pursuers. I was safe!

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