Red Restaurant
Coming back from visiting my sister last week, I walked downtown to catch the long-distance bus. On my way, I passed a restaurant with a full page of rules and regulations listed alongside its menu (one page of food, five of alcohol). The first rule read: ABSOLUTELY NO WEAPONS (KNIVES, BRASS KNUCKLES, ETC.)!
Which made me wonder: Do people usually bring brass knuckles to their dinners/whiskeys/$12 cocktails? Is this a thing that needs to actively be deterred? (Things you can't carry in public in the state of California: switchblades, guns, nunchucks, ferrets.)
At the time, I was wearing flip flops with wool socks, carrying my wet shoes in a plastic grocery bag, and had just fished a bus schedule out of a trash can. I probably would also not have been allowed inside this restaurant.
Who tf even owns brass knuckles? Who's their clientele--the Mob?
Then it hit me: Ah, yes, of course. The British Men of Letters.
Mark me, the British Men of Letters have set up their satellite operation in some random front of a restaurant in Santa Cruz, California, nestled amongst the surf shops and sock shops and the Urban Outfitters.
Mark me.
Which made me wonder: Do people usually bring brass knuckles to their dinners/whiskeys/$12 cocktails? Is this a thing that needs to actively be deterred? (Things you can't carry in public in the state of California: switchblades, guns, nunchucks, ferrets.)
At the time, I was wearing flip flops with wool socks, carrying my wet shoes in a plastic grocery bag, and had just fished a bus schedule out of a trash can. I probably would also not have been allowed inside this restaurant.
Who tf even owns brass knuckles? Who's their clientele--the Mob?
Then it hit me: Ah, yes, of course. The British Men of Letters.
Mark me, the British Men of Letters have set up their satellite operation in some random front of a restaurant in Santa Cruz, California, nestled amongst the surf shops and sock shops and the Urban Outfitters.
Mark me.