I met a friend for lunch yesterday and while considering the salad offerings, I came across this option:
WILD, LINE-CAUGHT AHI TUNA SALAD
Can’t you just see a boatload of fishermen (fisher people? fishers?) hauling up salad after salad containing wild, line-caught tuna? That’s what the menu implied.
I just love misplaced modifiers.
Years ago I read a book by Anne Fadiman, Ex Libris, in which she describes (in chapter six as I recall) going out to dinner with her parents and brother and the four of them pointing out errors on the menu. None of them was considering what to eat at that point; they had to make sure they spotted all the mistakes. I should have been born into that family.