Inflatable Rampage

One of the joys of being a hard-line Anglophone traveller is poncing out to dinner sans-phrasebook & being handed an endearingly-translated rendition of tonight's offerings from the bain-marie. We suspect there may be some non-specific-European guy meandering across the continent with a sandwich board advertising this service, along with an endorsement from the Welsh penpal he's written to biannually since 1963.

The following are a few extracts snapped thus far from his broad body of work, along with our "Universal Language" take on what we assume, based on the abstractions provided, would have come to the table had we dared to expend our cake money on any of them. Good appetite!