Enough of these Jewish jokes.
An Englishman went to his favorite London restaurant- an Indian restaurant owned and operated by a magnificent Sikh.
He ordered his meal, which was exquisite, except that every Chapatti(a kind of flatbread) he ordered had a small curly strand of hair on it.
because he was a good Englishman with a very stiff upper lip, he removed each strand of hair, and enjoyed his meal.
After the meal, curiosity got the better of him, and he called the Sikh owner over.
" I really enjoyed your food, sir, but why was there a strand of hair on every chappati?" he asked.
" I'm sorry sir, I don't know"
The Englishman persisted, and offered the owner a five pound tip.
The owner accepted, and led the English guy to the kitchen, where there sat an enormous countryman of the Sikh owner. He was stark naked, making chappaties in front of a hot cast iron plate on a small fire. He rolled up the chappaties, then flattened them with great force on his sweaty chest, and cooked them on the cast iron plate!!
The Englishman was thoroughly disgusted and revulsed.
"How can you serve this disgusting dish?" he cried.
" Oh, that's nothing, sir" said the owner "You should see him making donuts".
DA. (I happen to love Indian food, and also donuts!) |
