Steve, the quality drops
Only the most jaded expat would name their water product Steve and place
such an outrageously poor pun on the bottle. I fail to believe that this a translation error. This is an act of unadulerated malice against some poor
reverse osmosis facility in Toul Kork.
Location: From a fruit juice/soda seller in Russian Market.
I’ve never seen it anywhere else.
Addendum (27/01/2005): I almost ran into a Steve Water delivery van on my motorbike today; so moved I was with my own incredulity. Obviously, it has a wider distribution than I first thought.
We got this water in Juliana Hotel in Phnom Penh. I have been distributing a similar photo to yours to all my colleagues named, or working with, anyone called Steve!
Why yu lock down on me why yu lock down on me ???
Yu man heart no good
[...] Steve’s Steakhouse There is something in me that wonders if the Steve from Steve’s Steakhouse and Steve from Steve Water are the same man. If so, I commend his entrepreneurial spirit and his Eulerian ability to name things after himself. I went for the Big Hamburger with a side of fries ($3.49 + service charge). It had certainly the biggest patty of fresh, juicy beef I’ve seen; a slightly sweet bun, Asian lettuce, tomato and raw onion. Steve’s serves condiments on the side: so you can run the gamut of HP Sauce, “Classic Yellow” mustard, tomato sauce, and probably prahok if the Imp of the Perverse had taken your senses for a joyride. You can literally order burger by the pound here, and while my heart says “yes”, my colon says “no”. [...]
Sorry, Steve Khmer. You wouldn’t happen to own Steve’s Steakhouse?
[...] That van, known as a tro-tro in Ghana, doubles as a local bus, making the sign all the more hilarious. Of course in foreign countries, Engrish is often used to hilarious effect. [...]