Funny foreign signs, bizarre menu translations, amusing posters, labels that just seem to make no sense. An ongoing collection of things encountered traveling that just don’t translate the same linguistically or culturally.
My favorite sign of all time.
A Mr. T gorilla? Why don’t we have ads like this at home?
I love my body! That’s why I put a pencil in a flower pot and shove it up my nose. It’s really the only way to deal with stress.
Seriously, don’t enter. I’ll shoot you in the back of the head.
Dance, motherfucker, dance. And stay out.
Watch your head or you just might get hammered.
Variations of this are all over Southeast Asia, a result of the habit of betel nut-chewing and the thick, staining red spit it causes.
If you think about it, chicken in a can is pretty sexy, isn’t it?
Want to smell like a pomelo, we got you covered. Want to smell like a goat, we’ve got that too.
Accept no substitutes. Only the original joy juice gives you that kick!
They’ve covered a lot of bases here, cuisine-wise. But more importantly, you do not want to send your food back to the chef here.