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So, we decided to go
to a theme restaurant... and we ran smack-dab into a cosmetologist
convention. Did you ever notice that cosmetologists often have the
scariest hair? Why is that? Granted, this group was from Ohio or Idaho
or Iowa, and they were still sporting the hair helmets and the rouge
bombs. We, of course, had to pretend we were from some state that
started with an "I" or an "O" just to fit in.
While sitting at the giant, guitar-shaped bar, we hobnobbed with the
chin-pierced bartender about the hotspots in town. "Where's the
Eiffel Tower?" asked a friend. "I heard the Sears Tower
is really tall. Do they have tours to the top?" I politely questioned.
"I want to go on a donkey ride in Central Park. What street can
I catch one of them toboggans at?" asked another. The bartender's
chinspike waggled as he politely told us that those things didn't
exist in New York, and that we might be better off in Paris, Chicago
or backass Mexico, but he tolerated us quite nicely. The space itself
is quite odd, and certainly wasn't a restaurant in its original incarnation.
The memorabilia is also quite lame. This is definitely not somewhere
to which we're going to rush back, but there is always the allure
of Alec John Such's bass guitar. [MF]
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