The day this fish sculpture doesn't inspire hilarity, is the day I officially lose my sense of humour - a sense of humour based largely on oversized fauna (real or improvised) and the staging of DRAMATIC scenes.
Hmm, Confuscious says 'an empty restaurant bodes foul warning to potential patrons'. Actually, that was me, but despite the lack of crowds (it was the night of England vs I Can't Remember Team), the food was scrummy, and they served big ol' pitchers of sangria, alongside Desperados (beer with a shot of tequila) and forgot to charge us for either. Score! I'd like 100 chicken fajitas (that's with a hard 'j' if you don't mind).
No no, empty restaurants aren't at ALL awkward.
Perhaps you can see my rashy arm? Now THAT'S hot!
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