I went with a friend to a new restaurant, decked out in 80's style, covered in pictures and screen shots from various 80's sit coms. It was pretty wild looking, neon colors against bright white tile floors. I took a look at the menu and saw that all of the food was named after the same characters, celebrities and shows I grew up with as a kid.
The waiter checked in. "Can I get you anything to drink right away?"
"What's the Diff'rent Strokes Shake?" I asked.
"It's half vanilla, half chocolate," he smiled.
We ordered. I got a Cheers Beer and my buddy got a Miami Vice on Ice.
Before long, we got our drinks... and I was still trying to decide on what to eat.
The waiter approached again for our order.
"What's that," I asked, pointing at the table next to us.
"That's the A-Team. It's a half-pound burger with everything, served with a heaping pile of bullet fries and onion grenades."
"And that?" I asked, pointing again.
"The MacGyver. It's whatever the cook can find in the kitchen all put together to look like a homemade bomb, served with M*A*S*H potatoes."
"Oh, THAT looks pretty good," I said, pointing again.
"That's the Dukes of Hazzard. A big slab of Boss Hogg Hamm, Roscoe P. Coleslaw, and we can throw in a jar of Uncle Jesse's Moonshine for five bucks more."
Just then, a tubby, naked man with orange goo dripping from the top of his head ran over and sat next to a surprised customer.
"Holy hell!" I said.
"Don't worry," said the waiter. "That's just the..."
I went with a friend to a new restaurant, decked out in 80's style, covered in pictures and screen shots from various 80's sit coms. It was pretty wild looking, neon colors against bright white tile floors. I took a look at the menu and saw that all of the food was named after the same characters, celebrities and shows I grew up with as a kid.
ReplyDeleteThe waiter checked in. "Can I get you anything to drink right away?"
"What's the Diff'rent Strokes Shake?" I asked.
"It's half vanilla, half chocolate," he smiled.
We ordered. I got a Cheers Beer and my buddy got a Miami Vice on Ice.
Before long, we got our drinks... and I was still trying to decide on what to eat.
The waiter approached again for our order.
"What's that," I asked, pointing at the table next to us.
"That's the A-Team. It's a half-pound burger with everything, served with a heaping pile of bullet fries and onion grenades."
"And that?" I asked, pointing again.
"The MacGyver. It's whatever the cook can find in the kitchen all put together to look like a homemade bomb, served with M*A*S*H potatoes."
"Oh, THAT looks pretty good," I said, pointing again.
"That's the Dukes of Hazzard. A big slab of Boss Hogg Hamm, Roscoe P. Coleslaw, and we can throw in a jar of Uncle Jesse's Moonshine for five bucks more."
Just then, a tubby, naked man with orange goo dripping from the top of his head ran over and sat next to a surprised customer.
"Holy hell!" I said.
"Don't worry," said the waiter. "That's just the..."