Every Monday evening I make a trek to The Great Utah County to get a young-un to a trumpet lesson. Each week as I make my way further into enemy territory, the highway bends to the left, where this is a fairly new retail development.On the end, near the freeway, there is an italian restaurant named La Vigna. I'm sure it's a wonderful place - the D-News gave it a decent review, I saw that while I was looking for the image.
Anyway, EVERY SINGLE TIME I DRIVE BY IT, I THINK IT SAYS, LA VAGINA.But maybe that's just me.
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Yeah, guess what I used to think when I drove past a Clean Flicks?
Speaking of, that guy that was just in the news, abusing the Clean Flicks name by paying youngsters to perform odd jobs? He tried to get up my La Vigna in highschool. I told him to knock it off.
Odd jobs... yes, that's it... odd jobs...
I'll have to remember that one.
:)
Now that I've wiped the cherry coke off my monitor I have to leave a comment.
I've had to do a double take at least a half dozen times when driving past that restaurant. I only go to Utah County a couple times per month and I always forget about La Vagina until I'm looking back at that sign to see if it really says what I thought it said.
Great post.
Nope, even the pic on the computer got me...but then I am simple minded not unlike you.
I saw the same thing. Either these restaurteurs are a) clueless, or b) trying to get attention for their brand.
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