New menu item today, suggested by my neighbor the cheesemonger, and named after an infamous Rolling Stones movie: suceur de bite blues — elongated blueberry pancakes rolled around pork sausages. Let's see if anyone gets the joke.
Over the years, we have put numerous odd menu items on. All have been ordered, and some became permanent. Salad with John blue cheese (Belushi) dressing; Rodney — well-beaten eggs, a la king, on a club roll; Bobby Orr — eggs cooked in a ring form and browned so they resemble hockey pucks; sillycybin — wild mushroom cream over poached eggs; Twain — huckleberry finnish crepes; postmodern pancakes — pancakes stuffed with pancakes; hobo stew — carrot ends, discarded vegetable parts, and some meat bones in a weak broth, served in an old Savarin coffee can with no lid.
Lewd remarks about big zucchinis, pornographic food arrangements, snide remarks about customers' looks, horrible mean comments about fellow workers, repeating odd or horrible news stories; all happen at the same time everything else is running full speed.