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The World's Most Unappetizing Restaurants - Vagina Tandoori
I’ve never seen it on a platter or tried it dipped in batter and I’m not too fond of curry.
Though I’m somewhat reserved, I do like it served if it’s tender and young and it’s furry.
With that thought in mind I became more resigned with the name of Vagina Tandoori.
Who cared about food? The name had me glued. I burst through the door in my glory.
Imagine the surprise reflected in the eyes of the patrons while eating their cuisine.
For altogether sad, I was only half clad and for a restaurant, I was being obscene.
My elusive quest was quickly turning into a test to see if I would eat or get laid.
It being difficult to tell what they were trying to sell by reading the signs that they made.
I expected some eunuchs decked out in tunics guarding the nubile’s in waiting.
How could I know there was no strip show, the name needed better translating.
They were Punjabi warriors calling their lawyers brandishing swords in their hands.
I could be in no mood, to partake in their food while occupied in saving my glands.
So out the door I sped, feeling totally misled, still wondering how and what was served
The final finale I was lost deep in some alley which left me confused and unnerved.
There is a restaurant in Rangoon
That’s a cat house and a saloon
Though the menu’s appalling
They’ve developed a calling
For spending a good afternoon
Though I’m somewhat reserved, I do like it served if it’s tender and young and it’s furry.
With that thought in mind I became more resigned with the name of Vagina Tandoori.
Who cared about food? The name had me glued. I burst through the door in my glory.
Imagine the surprise reflected in the eyes of the patrons while eating their cuisine.
For altogether sad, I was only half clad and for a restaurant, I was being obscene.
My elusive quest was quickly turning into a test to see if I would eat or get laid.
It being difficult to tell what they were trying to sell by reading the signs that they made.
I expected some eunuchs decked out in tunics guarding the nubile’s in waiting.
How could I know there was no strip show, the name needed better translating.
They were Punjabi warriors calling their lawyers brandishing swords in their hands.
I could be in no mood, to partake in their food while occupied in saving my glands.
So out the door I sped, feeling totally misled, still wondering how and what was served
The final finale I was lost deep in some alley which left me confused and unnerved.
There is a restaurant in Rangoon
That’s a cat house and a saloon
Though the menu’s appalling
They’ve developed a calling
For spending a good afternoon
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