Cultural commentator generic explained in a post last night:
It’s 50 yards away from me, and by all accounts the food is great. But the name creeps me out.
Because it reminds him of “cooze.” And then in reply to a reply:
I can’t think of white trash porn while I’m eating a crepe. Deal. Breaker.
To this I say, how about a salad? Ti Couz’s big bowls of salad are maybe even more delightful than the crepes. And healthier!
Photo by melastmohican.
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