I burst out laughing and haul out my camera to take a picture.
The restaurant owner comes out, greets me pleasantly, discovers that I speak Turkish, and asks “Say, why does every foreigner who walks by burst out laughing at my sign?”
I told him.
“I figured,” he said. “I don’t speak English, so I just translated as best I could using a dictionary.”
“Whatever you do,” I told him, “don’t change that sign!It’s the best possible publicity you could have. Everybody stops!”
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