Curiosity killed my appetite

I din’t mean for it to happen but my curiosity got the best of me.

I approached the man at the metal cart and said “I din’t mean to be a bother but I try this so called hot dog I’ve never seen such an interesting cuisine! See in my home of Eastern European Nation we don’t each such food” “Well,” says the poorly groomed man “Welcome to New York!”

Next I tried a triangle of flatbread covered with a red sauce and melted cheese. It was delicious! They call it “PIZZA”. I assume it is named after actress Pia Zadora.

Finally, after tasting both the Hot Dog and the Pizza, I finally tasted something new. It stank quite a lot. I tried it, and my mouth watered in pain. "What is this???" I asked. "Oh, that? That's alien stew. I don't know where they got it." I ran to the bathroom, ready to vomit.

After emptying my guts, I sat on the bathroom floor, hands still braced against the toilet's rim. My doctor'd warned me—my stomach could only handle 1 thing: Canada Dry Ginger Ale. [extracts can from pocket, cracks it open, & sips] Ah! [smiles at camera, holding can; music plays]