It's not delivery, it's radical fascism.
"What? Just because I'm part of a savagely violent terror cell doesn’t mean I can't make my girlfriend a nice, sensual bearnaise."
Throw some taquitos on that stove and you've got yourself a nice post-clubbing snack.
Their fine product guarantees you'll think the Holy Spirit is living under your skin!
[via State Journal-Register]
It’s not a real Benihana experience unless you invite over six strangers to sit at your table for awkward conversation.