Can I have a menu please?

excerpts from a Romanian menu, in a posh restaurant in Bucharest:

'Fried pressed cheese served with cheese'

'Polenta with butter, sweet cheese, salty cheese, cream and a fried egg'

I won't even comment these two. Knock yourself out.

excerpts from a Georgian menu in an expat restaurant in Tbilisi:

'Muzhuzhi' (errr, no idea, but it was written in three different alphabets).

'Soaked piglet' (this one almost made me cry, since I got a mental picture of Piglet from Winnie-the-Pooh arriving at our table, soaking wet and asking in a trembling voice: 'did you order me?')

'Chicken on spit' (yes, that's how I like it. It will still taste like chicken...)

I've got more, but then again, picking on Eastern European food is just like picking on Bush's intelligence (or lack of)... dead easy.