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Last week, my wife, who rarely forwards me anything other than satirical Onion stories and adorable dog videos (the great ying/yang of our daily existence), passed along an e-mail with photos of some hilariously bad restaurant names. Two days later, Igor, my Russian intellectual bud in Houston, sent me the very same e-mail. These are two people with the kind of IQs you equate with MacArthur genius grants, not e-mail spam about eateries with names like The Golden Stool, Phât Phúc, and Cabbages & Condoms.
Last week, I also noticed that Todd Kliman at the Washingtonian was fishing around on his weekly chat for pretentious restaurant names. I figured I could buck this mini-trend no more.
More bad restaurant names/photos after the jump.
This one has to be fake, right? I mean, cum on!
No way! This has to be Photoshopped.
This one is real. It’s located in Houston.