At this restaurant, a glorified cafeteriar, we sprinkle in extra rhoticity wherever possible. To cater to a universal, multi-lingual crowd, our menu isn’t written in words, but rather, displayed through a series of carefully considered, extremely graphic, and occasionally offensive drawrings.
You could start with our world famous, Chicken Marsalar, with a side of empanadars, some bruschettar, shawarmar, piccatar, traditional tikkar masalar. Still hungry? Order a fajitar with an egg beater, plus an enchiladar to-go.
In the old days of non-rhoticity chicken, dinahs demanded extra honey mustahd along with buttah chicken and thighs ripped straight from the freezah.
Just an idear.
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