He kills himself. By drinking poison. This is the mural at my favorite diner. Awesome!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I love this diner
He kills himself. By drinking poison. This is the mural at my favorite diner. Awesome!
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The relative inappropriateness (however AWESOME!) of this art placement makes me think of some trivia from the Donner Party. You know, that wagon train from Illinois that took an ill-advised cutoff around the Great Salt Lake and had to spend the winter on the wrong side of the Sierra Nevadas and resorted to cannabalism?
Well, the last guy to be rescued freely and openly admitted to staying alive by eating poor Mrs. Donner (and said she was the best-tasting food ever) and went on to OPEN A RESTAURANT when he finally settled in California.
Ew. Ew. Ew. So many, many things wrong with that.
Wow. Just... Wow.
The ironic, and yet awesome, thing about this is it takes a rare person to even understand what the picture is. I'm guessing most people look at it as if it's just another picture at Dennys.
I love the older lady's hair. Look how big it is in front! She has no idea what the mural means, that's for sure.
Guess who just added the Donner Party Cookbook to their Amazon wishlist?
I was so sad when restaurants started handing out pagers instead of announcing your name when your table was ready. No longer could I give my name as Donner so they could announce, "Donner party of four, your table is ready."
Also, he drank the hemlock by accident. He thought he was having a lime rickey. This is where the term "Beware of greeks bearing gifts" comes from. Ordering lime rickeys in greek restaurants has since become very bad luck, akin to spitting in the eye of the village witch.
Considering the effect of Denny's Grand Slam Breakfast on your lower intestinal tract, I've always thought the Martyrdom of St. Erasmus would make for a appropriate mural, particularly in the ceiling of the men's room.
Not to be snooty, but I think it's fun when I "get" something that others are oblivious to. If you didn't know anything about art, you'd think he was just a half-naked orator. *snicker*
kelly: which diner is this? must. go. there. and. laugh :)
monkey, here's another one for you to try in the donner, party of four vein:
BS likes to go to deli counters or places that give out numbers on the rare occasion he can be number nine. sometimes, though, he'll give his name as "number nine." then, we giggle as someone continuously chants : "number nine? number nine?"
yep. we're bizarre beatles fans, that's for sure.
The diner is Plato's in College Park. ... Now that I think of it, did they think they were getting a portrait of Plato instead of Socrates? I mean, the event WAS described by Plato.
Wow, this is all so meta it's blowing my mind.
And we somehow STILL haven't run into you there! So very weird, since I swear that's where all my cash goes...
I know!! I keep looking around to see if you're there, but alas, nope.
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