Prokofy Neva's Fish Sticks on Crack

I was flying around aimlessly once more trying to avoid ugliness but then as luck would have it I stumbled upon this location owned by a "Prokofy Neva"; The name seems familiar but I can not figure out why. Anyways....

Words defy me and I find myself unable to describe the ugliness of this lot of land and the structures above it. I think this so called restaurant may be the cautionary tale that marks the coming of the demise of the mainland in Second Life.

The problem with the level playing field of Second Life is that people who have no business rezzing things are able to throw something up on their land and call it something fancy like "come and get your own sticky fingers, fish sticks and crabs".

And one would get the proverbial eye crabs as well as mind crabs if one were to stay in this hell hole for too long. Because I care about my avatar I left in a few minutes and I hope I never have to go back to this prim throw up.

But what is a hate blog without some pics for others to bemoan. So here are the pics that I could take before my snapshot camera broke from all the ugliness.