Writing for the sake of writing
Tuesday, November 25th, 2003
The walls are plastered with pop culture memorabilia which at one time must have represented American culture but now represents the infinitely simpler concept of American nostalgia. An orange, having been promoted from his old job promoting citrus fruit, beams out from behind beautifully rusted oilcans, farm implements, and auto parts also in the business of creating a marketable atmosphere. A tarnished Lion’s Club sign along with a boxy black camera and a couple of barber shop totems also add to the effect.
Smiling wait-staff, and I’ve never seen such high-power grinnage even for tips, hurry through the paths between tables in their wide array of unusual hats. They serve burgers and other dishes with tastes that bludgeon more than caress the taste-buds. Beat heavy hip hop music provides a slightly fun, but slightly urgent background rhythm. All of this comes to be associated with the thick diagonal strips of bold red and white that emblazon the tabletops, uniforms, and the “old west meets McDonalds” style sign out front.