(I overhear this as I am getting dinner.)

Girl 1: “Hey, if you wanna grab us a table, I’m going to go see what they’re serving today.”

Girl 2: “Okay.”

Girl 1: *comes back* “Hey, what is a Pollock?”

Girl 2: “I’m pretty sure it’s a person of Polish decent. Why?”

Girl 1: “Oh, I guess they’re frying them over there by the cabbage.”

(The sign says ‘Fried Potluck’.)