The politics thread is locked so let’s talk about anything else

Jarts don't kill people. People kill people.

 

Maybe Esteban Yan will come out of retirement.

 

YankeeFan would probably agree, but ... hey, where did YankeeFan go?

 

That's an interesting trip to the store. "Give me the best jockeys you've got. And that end table."

 

Must be changing the wipers on his car.

 

Isn’t end table the British term for underwear?

 

I have been going to the same family restaurant pretty much every Sunday for the past 10 years, having the same great meal, enjoying the banter with Mr. & Mrs. Muslim and their sons who sometimes work in the joint. In December, it closed for remodeling. Mysterious and disconcerting, since I hate change, and I had to find somewhere else for my weekly meal.

Finally reopened this week, and to my dismay, it's under new ownership and management. I went in at the usual time (just after 4pm) for dinner, and came to a sudden stop when I saw the place had been tarted up, and none of the familiar people were working. I didn't want the dude behind the counter to see me cry, so instead I basically insulted him right off the bat. Asked why he was there, and where were the good folks who own the place. An uncomfortable silence followed, and then he stuttered out an explanation.

I went ahead and ordered my usual, but it just wasn't the same. My table wasn't in the same spot, and it was tarted up with some pleather cover. The Coke machine wasn't working, so I had to take a can from the chiller. One can, no hope of a free refill. The chicken was semi-burnt, like I like it, but no oil or sumac on the hummus, and only two quarters of pita instead of three.

Now I have to find a new spot.

 

Maybe you can swap writing spots with @typefitter.

 

This is what happens when GateHouse moves in.

 

Also, I liked this part the best ...

I did that, too. With my wife ex-wife.

 

Sometimes change works to the good.

Famous place up the street had long since stopped being great. Or good or even acceptable. It was dim and filthy and about to slip into history as a not-so-fond memory and nothing else.

New folks bought it. Gutted it. Renovated it.

Same name, same menu with the same centerpiece items - but baked for the first time in forty years with the care required to make them great.

Now the lines are out the door.

Everybody wins.

 

Quoted just because I'm amused that we've got a poster getting nostalgic about underwear.