You cannot fault this book on any detail. There's the association of chicken with top-hatted socialites, the enigmatic phrase "an unusual eating place where the chicken rules supreme" (obviously not, or this would be a tofu shop) and finally the tableau on the back. Bravo.
Even the smallest matchbook reminds you of a very large fact: there exists in this world all manner of jargon about which you know nothing. Ghostly Pearl Chickens Mixing and Grinding! Sounds both haunted and vaguely obscene, if chickens can be obscene.
A remnant of that temporary craze for Polynesian-Tibetian fusion cusine.
Uh . . . haven't we seen Mr.Trade
and Mr. Mark somewhere else? On a cough-drop box, perhaps? Apparently the restaurant came first, and the home-made remedy outlived their culinary reputation. (Which spread to the Far East, Africa and both poles, it seems.)
Umm . . . .
Okay.
Seymour Buttz, your host.
I. P. Friely, beverage consultant.
We have determined the exact
intersection of food value, service,
and cost. Now please put on these
goggles and this lead apron: your
meal will be here in 1.54 minutes.
Nine out of Ten Travelling Salesmen agree:
it would be easier if she got down off that roof. Also if she wasn't 14 feet tall
If there was ever an establishment
more devoted to vagueness, I've never heard of it. You have the Silhouette Club, the Fantasy Lounge, the Illusion Room - God help them at closing time when the bright lights snapped on.
For Halloween week, this fiery image
of damnation - for pig flesh, anyway.
Pork on the cob?
Come for the pancakes, stay for the
strange spiderweb that immobilizes
you while the eight-legged fry cook
injects a paralyzing fluid into your
bloodstream.
Great
flipside here - . Here! We've
added a mild adhesive so you won't be
without a match next time you want to light up. No, don't thank us -
it's our pleasure.
I think it goes without saying that you just don't see as many Indian-themed liquor stores as you used to
I've no idea what's going on. The dog has backed up in alarm because there's a
penguin in the box. The lass, who
apparently sits on top of boxes she's
about to open, is also surprised. Why?
Wasn't the penguin thumping around in
utter panic when the box was delivered?
Or was it one of those silent penguins
whose appearance usually signals
menace & intrigue?
Three words I don't think you'll
ever see together again.
Jack Tar Hotels. "Our convention
facilities are matchless." Ho ho. As for the other motto - "prepare to be pampered" - how does one do this, exactly? No, no, don't pamper me! I'm not ready! Hold on . . . okay, now.
New Hope for Crusts! It's not just a discovery, or a medical discovery - it's a medical tablet discovery. Warning: may cause fingers to fuse together.
The Sky Room, Seattle.
If I found myself sitting in the Sky Room, waiting for a flight, I don't think I'd be reassured by the plane's angle of descent. Or the slogan. Especially the slogan.
Frisch's Lighthouse, where hamburgers
aren't just admired and consumed, but GLORIFIED! Actually, "glorified" is a food adjective that's fallen out of use. Means "Fancy" or "somewhat distinct in a small way from the unadorned version."
