Man, I love living in New York City. The baffling message above is
on the counter of a take-out restaurant that's about six feet by seven feet in size,
on a tiny street in downtown Manhattan.
The name of the restaurant?
LAHORE. That's, "la whore," if you want to know how to say it. Or at least I was told that
by patrons. Cough.
This place is so awesome, it'll force senses to mix that have no business associating, to
sense directions on earth themselves.
The food's good, albeit confusing and incoherent at times.
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