Monday, June 30, 2008
YELLOW PTERODACTYL
I seem to have unsettling restaurant dreams whenever I eat hot wings after 9:30pm. Last night I dreamt that I was having dinner at some horrible place… a lot like Ruth Chris, but with just a hint of Beyond Thunder-Dome; more studded leather, fire and blood-thirsty snarling than the actual Ruth Chris.
The featured dish of the night was giant squid, paraded around alive in a 30 foot long aquarium by two brutish waitresses (in studded leather) while it writhed and splashed. The other patrons seemed to delight at the site, but when I looked into it's eyes I had a moment of horror and ordered chicken instead.
On the way out, I got a peak at the following nights featured dish; a sickly yellow Pterodactyl with the face of a person, splayed out on a bed of ice, and decided to never go back.
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It's kind of about a robotic honey-seeking bear, but mostly it's about raw honey, like you use for packing wounds.
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