For the Last Time
In certain dining establishments, mere words fall short, particularly in those serving ethnic cuisine or hailing from distant lands. In one such eatery, circumstances must have deteriorated significantly at some point, prompting the proprietors to display a sign imploring patrons not to overturn the tables. Whether stemming from botched Yakuza dealings, subpar sushi offerings, or irresistibly flippable tables, occurrences of such nature have evidently transpired frequently. The sign, featuring both English and Japanese text alongside a pictorial representation of a stick figure, underscores the necessity to effectively convey the message.
For The Last Time
Alexes Only
While the poem may elicit a chuckle from some, it’s doubtful that many passersby were compelled to stop in. Let’s delve into the restaurant’s name – “The Alex Restaurant.” Does Alex have ownership? Do all staff share the name Alex? Is it an exclusive spot for those named Alex? The desperation for customers becomes apparent. Furthermore, can steak truly be blue? The correlation between the quality of poetry and food at “The Alex Restaurant” raises questions.
Alexes Only
