Not-So-Subtle Indications You Chose the Wrong Restaurant:
The catfish fillet has a long, fuzzy tail.
The busboys are wearing white coats and stethoscopes.
You leave your shoes at the front door and they turn up in your
octopus.
The shish-kabob is served on a flaming pool cue.
The waiter is wearing an Alka-Seltzer in his lapel.
The choice of salad dressing is Ranch, Honey-Mustard, and
Pepto-Bismol.
The tortillas have hoof marks on them.
They set the table with mustard and catsup in a jar -- and it's
the same jar.
The menu says they accept Visa, MasterCard, and Blue Cross.
The cashier gives you your change in lilies.