It's the riot shields on the windows.....
It's the complete lack of customers......
It's the puddle of piss by the doorway and the gobs of spit on the door...
...that tell you....
You're in an Indian restaurant in West Calder! Good luck boys, you're in the Wild West now, welcome to banjo country!
"Y'all folks don't come from round these pawts, haw?"
and
"What in the name of Jesus H. Christ is that own my plate?!"
are probably the closest that team Lazzat are going to get to a compliment down there in hicksville. Pack up, ship out and serve up your good food to people who appreciate it.
What in the name of Akal Murat possessed you to set up in this incest ravaged midden?! It's madness! read more