If it wouldn’t be such a blatant conflict of interest, I would hire myself out as a menu copy editor. It would save a whole bunch of restaurants in this town a whole lot of embarrassment. On the other hand, it would make dining out half as fun.
Now, just for the record, I make mistakes all the time. But mine can easily be corrected and forgotten about. When the mistake is on a menu that’s been printed, paid for and delivered, it lingers like so many Christ breast pieces.
I shot the above picture at a local Mexican restaurant a few years ago, and it’s always been one of my favorites. I’m pretty sure they meant “chicken” or “crisp,” but what they printed was much more entertaining — and descriptive.
Perusing the brand-new menu of a brand-new restaurant today, I found this typo. At least, I’m pretty sure it’s a typo. It could be that “species” is just a stylish new way to refer to “your choice of beef, chicken or pork.”
What’s the worst menu typo you’ve ever seen?