so after we left work, which happened to be around 11pm, the cute cafe near my apt was apparently not waiting to serve us and had rudely closed. Instead, we went towards the inviting yellow-orange glow of the Potato Houses many signs. I see them from my balcony every day.
Just inside the door was a western swing gate and a peacepipe smokin' injun. Then the menu was burritos, ribs, and fruit smoothies (with ice cream). The staff were dressed like cowboys/cowgirls. After taking your order, if it wasn't doable from the salad coffin (under the spacey plastic shield) or the rotating rib spear oven machine, they turned around and bent over. Next they yelled at the wall, and then stared at it. After yelling into that little ~1ft square hole behind the pictured pensive cowgirl, the yeller than stared at the wall as if sheer mind power would conjure the hopefully delicious subject worth yelling about. What came next was worth an invasion. The item appeared in the hole, practically in their hands. It's like the Ukraine is hiding Star Trek replicator technology behind a facade of native american-cowboy
-mexico-brick. genius.As amazing as that was, I turned to find a table and saw this gem and had to make Luke (a CGA producer from Seattle who will be keeping me company, yay) pose against the wall next to our intended table..this picture says it all:
Lastly, while eating, Luke (in the picture next to the "squaw") starts looking puzzled at the wall. He says "What...oh wait, I think it makes sense, no that doesnt make sense, wait it does." I say "no, you right before, that makes no sense." Behold the border fence for the "United States of Mexico." Oh yes, Potato House you rule!
The girls behind the counter even started laughing at one point because I was laughing and Luke was laughing the whole time we were in there. They didn't understand English. That's how funny this place was.
2 comments:
The United States of Mexico....that is made of awesome.
I want a poster like that...
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