Restaurant jokes

I have returned. Anyways, what do you call it when you're actually in Panera Bread, being in Panera Bread?

One time I was playing a bongo at a Chinese restaurant.

But they were competing against a Cuban restaurant and killed me.

What type of restaurant can an orphan not go to? A family diner.

We were going to McDonald's, but we ran into your hairline!

"Pizza place, pizza place, are you there?"

"You're ass heck bye."

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To get to KFC.

What do you call a shedding Panera Bread?

Panera Shed.

You're at a buffet, you think you're hungry for two, but misfortune happens when you think of yourself. You get stuck looking at sides in the buffet. A roly poly gal you see in the corner of your eye, eyeballing the main dishes in front at the end. You go in for the pickings, you get intercepted by a far more hungrier matter, but you find yourself getting slammed over the buffet table, and realize you are gasping for air, and she is tenderizing you for dinner.

Welcome to codi's pizzeria and abortion clinic; your loss is our sauce!

Can orphans eat at a family restaurant?

Joe's pizzeria and abortion clinic.

Yesterday's loss is today's sauce.

Where do depressed people go to eat?

Suicide Sonic.

Q: What is the difference between a pizza and a baby?

A: The pizza does not scream when you put it in the oven.

Two sticks of butter walk into a butter bar. One says to the other, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" He replies, "Sure, dis my butter from another utter."

"Mitchnite burger."

New Orleans cuisine has always been my favorite; however, I only eat gumbo on oc-cajun.

Where do leg amputees go to buy a car?

IHOP

Yo' mama sometimes always happens to let you know you're back in New York -- like the way people order in a restaurant: "Could you take my order before Jesus gets back? What's the matter with you? I've evolved into another species here, you understand? I can't eat clam chowder no more. I gotta see the cyborg menu, you understand?"

In a world of feline folly, There lived a cat with a secret, A taste for adventure and mischief, And a love for KFC's golden treat.

With eyes like emerald jewels, And fur as black as night, This feline prowled the streets, In search of a savory delight.

Oh, how it yearned for chicken, Crispy and finger-lickin' good, But the cat knew it had to be sly, To satisfy its craving like it should.

Through alleyways it stealthily tiptoed, With nimble paws and a stealthy glide, Until it stumbled upon a secret, That made its hunger amplified.

A stash of KFC's golden eggs, Hidden away from prying eyes, An accidental treasure trove, A feast fit for a feline paradise.

With each stolen egg devoured, The cat's satisfaction grew, The taste of crispy breading, And juicy chicken, it knew.

Word soon spread of this food bandit, A legend of a cat so bold, Whispers echoed through the town, Of the one who stole the KFC gold.

But the cat with the KFC get eggs, Remained a mystery to all, A phantom of the night it became, Leaving no trace, no trail to recall.

And so, it continues its nightly quest, For chicken that satisfies its soul, The cat with the KFC get eggs, Forever on the prowl, never to be controlled.

At what speed is the curry going at?

In a hurry to the curry, man!