A Trio of Tribulations Part Deux
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So we went to a little neighbourhood restaurant here the other day that had to be the most, unique, dining experience i have ever had. There's a little italian restaurant tucked in against the chinese and japanese restaurants. Since my day had been crappy, see the great Capris caper, I decided that i didnt want to clean or cook, but particularily clean just so i could cook.
So bravely we strode through the doors into the dimly lit interior. First impression of the decor was early american caferia, with some plastic white and red check table clothes for that authentic itialian feel. The decorative touches were provide courtesy of small methuselahs scouring dollar store bins for finds that appeared tastefull to their thousand year nearshightedness. We were greeted by a tiny tiny asian man, who it turns out is the owner/cook (hence the sign looking for experienced wait staff). He seated us at our table so that we could soak up the ambience of the cheap brass lamp and the fake flowers with glue drop dew. At that point paul pointed out the pictures and faux plant wall hangings....they all hung at approximately the heigh of my nipples, and I realized the the lilliputian manager had hung all the decorations as if the diners would be his height. Had he never heard of a step stool, a milk crate....heck platform shoes woulda got him into the right range.
So after our much deserved laughter dies down we get a chance to hear the music. Now here the ambieance has become pure italian, as they play the themes to popular music as apparently recorded by Zamphir on the pan pipes, over the course of the dinner this meanders pointlessly between that, and random well known classical pieces, slowly to be taken over by french accordian hits of the 50's, a joyous musical mix that spoke to me of.....well not the rich italian culture.
And then we come to the friggen clientelle, well I just about fell off my chair when these two senior citizens came in. She looked relatively normal, but her husband had to be some prize. His face was somewhere between shrunken head wrinkly, and cryptkeeper dessicated. To complete his homage to the Crypt Keeper he had stringy blond hair the was tied up into the tighest ponytail on the top of his head. I thought perhaps it was his home facelift kit and his wife just kept tightening the knot to keep him from looking like a dehydrated sharpei.
Oh, and there there was the worst date ever that was taking place next to us. This high remarkably ugly man and his pretty east indian girl with a distressing excess of overbite were having what I assumed to be thier first date. ( so determined by amount of awkwardness and polite deference). Well if it had been my date...it would have been over the moment we walked in the door, but she patiently feigned interested while he waxed unpoetic about his lack of credit cards due to bankruptcy and his almost accumulating enough airmiles to fly to timbucktoo during the off season. i couldn't help but think in my head that if this is his best foot forward, amputation is the only option.
Well we were laughing so hard by the time our meal got there that even the craptacular food couldnt dampen our elated moods, it was the best 20 bucks we had spent in a long time, i highly reccomend a similar dining experience for all those that do not have a live comedy club nearby.
So we went to a little neighbourhood restaurant here the other day that had to be the most, unique, dining experience i have ever had. There's a little italian restaurant tucked in against the chinese and japanese restaurants. Since my day had been crappy, see the great Capris caper, I decided that i didnt want to clean or cook, but particularily clean just so i could cook.
So bravely we strode through the doors into the dimly lit interior. First impression of the decor was early american caferia, with some plastic white and red check table clothes for that authentic itialian feel. The decorative touches were provide courtesy of small methuselahs scouring dollar store bins for finds that appeared tastefull to their thousand year nearshightedness. We were greeted by a tiny tiny asian man, who it turns out is the owner/cook (hence the sign looking for experienced wait staff). He seated us at our table so that we could soak up the ambience of the cheap brass lamp and the fake flowers with glue drop dew. At that point paul pointed out the pictures and faux plant wall hangings....they all hung at approximately the heigh of my nipples, and I realized the the lilliputian manager had hung all the decorations as if the diners would be his height. Had he never heard of a step stool, a milk crate....heck platform shoes woulda got him into the right range.
So after our much deserved laughter dies down we get a chance to hear the music. Now here the ambieance has become pure italian, as they play the themes to popular music as apparently recorded by Zamphir on the pan pipes, over the course of the dinner this meanders pointlessly between that, and random well known classical pieces, slowly to be taken over by french accordian hits of the 50's, a joyous musical mix that spoke to me of.....well not the rich italian culture.
And then we come to the friggen clientelle, well I just about fell off my chair when these two senior citizens came in. She looked relatively normal, but her husband had to be some prize. His face was somewhere between shrunken head wrinkly, and cryptkeeper dessicated. To complete his homage to the Crypt Keeper he had stringy blond hair the was tied up into the tighest ponytail on the top of his head. I thought perhaps it was his home facelift kit and his wife just kept tightening the knot to keep him from looking like a dehydrated sharpei.
Oh, and there there was the worst date ever that was taking place next to us. This high remarkably ugly man and his pretty east indian girl with a distressing excess of overbite were having what I assumed to be thier first date. ( so determined by amount of awkwardness and polite deference). Well if it had been my date...it would have been over the moment we walked in the door, but she patiently feigned interested while he waxed unpoetic about his lack of credit cards due to bankruptcy and his almost accumulating enough airmiles to fly to timbucktoo during the off season. i couldn't help but think in my head that if this is his best foot forward, amputation is the only option.
Well we were laughing so hard by the time our meal got there that even the craptacular food couldnt dampen our elated moods, it was the best 20 bucks we had spent in a long time, i highly reccomend a similar dining experience for all those that do not have a live comedy club nearby.