Casually Doomed

I’m not sure if this is a gaffe or Neil Patrick Harris’ Peruvian counterpart setting up shop south of the equator, but it got a good laugh out of me all the same. 80’s sitcom references aside, these types of signs are somewhat common down here–in fact, my favorite cevicheria in the entire city is called the Fory Fay, which I’m told was supposed to be ‘forty-five’. It’s also a great place for the terminally-indecisive to eat, because they actually only serve ceviche, which is a remarkable time-saver when placing your order.