Thursday, March 2, 2006
Take Me to Your Fascist Leader. Now Eat.
The Chinese restaurant near my apartment has a ginormous fresco of Mao. Mao is surrounded by a number of smaller paintings of peasants working the fields. I have no idea what the owners were thinking. Were they convinced that people would order more food in defiance? If so, I don’t think it works. I find it hard to eat while Mao is staring me down and others are slaving away for morsels, so I just avoid the whole place. (I don’t like Chinese food that much anyway, so despite the convenient location, it is not a big deal. Husband claims that I must not really be Jewish, as it is impossible to be Jewish and not like Chinese food. I also don't like rye bread, so that just gives him more fodder...)
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That reminds me one time in NYC we ate a little Chinese restaurant and I went to the restroom. While standing at the urinal an Asian came in with an apron on. He saw me standing there and let out some words that I can only imagine what meant. Then he relieved himself in the sink and rushed out.
ReplyDeleteNeedless to say, neither he or I washed our hands.
Suzanne,
ReplyDeleteI am combing through your archives. So far I am through November.
You are a very good spontaneity writer, and you can churn them out as quick as you can think.
The one about the jerk-off (literally) in the sculpture park is one of those that I wished I had written.
I dont think it matters either way as to what kind of art is put up in a restaurant, so long as the food's good. Wait. Never mind. Strike that, I'm lying. I went to an Italian restaurant that had black and white framed pictures of when the owners used to live in Italy, and one of them was of the owner, naked and hairy all over. Totally made me lose my appetite.
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