I’m quite the connoisseur of Mongolian barbecue, and Engrish almost always makes me giggle. So you can imagine my delight to come across these instructions found at Kiro-Hitsuji, a purveyor of fine Mongolian cuisine in Japan.
“Spread the meat to the grill with fizzle to the sizzle. Wait ‘til the meat get smokin’ flava with da juice drippin’ to charcoal, then eat up with dippin’ to da bangin’ special soy sauce.”
Ah, yeah! Who knew Genghis Khan was all gangsta an’ shit?
Here’s a little free advice, should you ever find yourself working in an outsourced, overseas call center:
If you are going to insist on pronouncing the word “content” (as in “downloaded content”) with the accent on the second syllable, don’t bother claiming that your name is “Steve.”
Saw one of these at Wal-Mart today…Crayola, please step forward to collect your Ron Popeil Award for Bad Product Design:
The best part, just below the fold of their Total Tools page:
Look no further than your marketing department, folks…
Overheard while on line this afternoon at Papa Murphy’s, picking up a pizza for dinner:
“If you want cheap [pizza], Pizza Time. If you want good, Pizza Hut.”
A small part of me died inside.
(By the way, that cheesesteak pizza you see on the front page of the Papa Murphy’s site? Pretty good.)