Menus are so boring these days. Everywhere you look, it's "pan-seared whatever with blah blah blah sauce." Descriptive, sure, but so... safe. What happened to when we called pasta Priest Stranglers and ordered Spotted Dick for dessert? When nuts had incredibly racist names and cheese spread on toast bore a joke that sneered at your poverty? Man, those were the days! Ok, so they were depressingly offensive days. And now, Salon Food presents: 10 tragic moments in food naming.