There's a Piroshki restaurant on 3rd Avenue here in Seattle. In homage to Captain Obvious, it's called Piroshki on 3rd.
In keeping with the obvious name, Piroshki on 3rd serves obvious food.
Obvious food in obvious shapes.
What if hamburger patties, by mandate, had to be shaped like cows?
What if all chocolate bars had to be shaped like cocoa beans?
What if there were a requirement that hot dogs must be shaped like pigchickengizzardeyeballtongue? Would people stop eating them if they had to constantly confront what they were consuming?
Would the poor French fry meet its culinary end? Because a French fry shaped like a potato is, well, a potato.
The Captain likes flaky crust and savory filling. The Captain likes an eatery with a fully informative name. I'm not sure if the Captain likes yellow paint. |
Piroshki on 3rd serves Piroshki, on 3rd. Why did you even bother reading this caption? Why did I bother writing it? |
What if hamburger patties, by mandate, had to be shaped like cows?
What if all chocolate bars had to be shaped like cocoa beans?
What if there were a requirement that hot dogs must be shaped like pigchickengizzardeyeballtongue? Would people stop eating them if they had to constantly confront what they were consuming?
Would the poor French fry meet its culinary end? Because a French fry shaped like a potato is, well, a potato.
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