Now look, before I go any further I want you lot to reralise that this is a serious post and I don't want any giggling, sniggering or jokes about 'waiter, there's a tit in my soup' - geddit?! Also, this post is my way of offering thanks to my e-pal and longterm Commenter, 'Jock McDearieme', who contributes so much to this blog in his famously, er, pithy style! Anyway, I bring glad tidings for him and for you via the SunSentinel of South Florida that the very latest for sophisticated diners in the USA are 'Breastaurants' and even as I write a new chain is opening - The Tilted Kilt. Here in this photo are who I believe to be the Head Waiter and the Sommelier:
Jokes like 'I wanna pop your cork, baby', or, 'is the breast of chicken smooth and firm' are definitely not permitted. These very nice gals take their jobs seriously, as does their boss, the very suitably named Mr. Sloboda:
Breastaurants don't hire their employees, they audition and cast them, said Joe Sloboda, a restaurateur behind the upcoming Twin Peaks South Florida franchise.
"We want to make sure people on our team will fit the role, with the right personality, the right skill-set," he said. For example, the Tilted Kilt announced it will hold "casting calls," this weekend from 12-5 p.m. for "all roles".
Well, darlings, I think I'll withdraw my earlier offer to go and help torture prisoners in Gitmo and instead volunteer my considerable theatrical skills to Mr. Sloboda to help him judge the talent, as it were. I think, in a very real sense, my sweets, he needs me! He also runs a chain of Breastaurants called Twin Peaks. With that sort of sophisticated wit he should return my favour and write some of this blog!
Now look, before I go any further I want you lot to reralise that this is a serious post and I don't want any giggling, sniggering or jokes about 'waiter, there's a tit in my soup' - geddit?!
Always thinking of us, thanks. Nothing else to say, except:
I thought a thought.
But the thought I thought wasn't the thought
I thought I thought.
Posted by: Up2L8 | Thursday, 07 February 2013 at 23:20
Within driving distance for JK I'd say. I think they should be prepared for an invasion from Arkansas pretty soon.
Posted by: Andra | Thursday, 07 February 2013 at 23:21
I guessing then these are 'Great Tits' or maybe 'Crested Tits' (being that Scots,er, ancestored feller is from Florida) maybe, 'Marsh Tits'?
I'm pretty sure not 'Coal or Willow Tits' and since you've recently posted on why you'd not be walking up the aisle I'm confident these specimens aren't 'Bearded Tits'?
Anyway, thanks for the tits David, (and thanks for the tip - now I know alls I got to do is make some inane comment on North Korea, wait a few weeks and There Will Be Tits!
Posted by: JK | Friday, 08 February 2013 at 19:31
Suppose I might as well put it here since most of the folks who'd be on the need to know list (meaning, responsible for flooding my inbox with "funnies") read here:
Some of "our" computers got hit pretty hard quite recently - so hard in fact the electrical power supplys surged so as to knock my wingbank off the line - "we're" unable to check email - worse yet, play solitaire - until the IT guys do the appropriate incantations.
Until my machine is righted I'm typing on laptop - arthritis severely tests my fingers on kiddie sized keyboards - geddit?
Posted by: JK | Friday, 08 February 2013 at 20:16
David
I went to one of those establisments with a group from work.
Reasonably good looking girls, and a limited menu that is best described as unimpressive.
But they had a fantastic aray of alcoholic beverages, which after consumption the girls would gorgeous and the food - who cares.
http://eclecticmeanderings.blogspot.com/
Hank’s Eclectic Meanderings
Posted by: Hank | Saturday, 09 February 2013 at 00:57
A group from work Hank?!!
What kinda outfit you work with?
Our boss say's "It's unhealthy" (or words to that effect) she won't even treat us to Hooter's.
Posted by: JK | Saturday, 09 February 2013 at 03:28
JK
A bunch of computer nerds out of town on an instalation project. After hours and on our own dime.
Posted by: Hank | Saturday, 09 February 2013 at 04:09
Own dime!
Figures.
Your boss must have a resume' similar to mine.
Posted by: JK | Saturday, 09 February 2013 at 04:19
David. I would not have a problem with either burd giving me relief from the daily routine. The burd on the left with the purse is clearly the business wummin.
Posted by: Jimmy Glesga | Sunday, 10 February 2013 at 01:48
David Niven kept his condoms and cigarettes in his sporran. As he scattered olives pretending to be goat droppings all over the ballroom.
Don't ask!
Posted by: Andra | Sunday, 10 February 2013 at 23:17
I've often wondered what sporrans were for.
Posted by: David Duff | Monday, 11 February 2013 at 08:47
Oats David not money!
Posted by: Jimmy Glesga | Wednesday, 13 February 2013 at 02:09
Well, Jimmy, you'd go a long day's march to find a Jock with money! By the way commiserations for last night, er, if you're that side of the City!
Posted by: David Duff | Wednesday, 13 February 2013 at 09:01
Ah, now I gets it!
Andra says Mr. Niven "carried condoms", Jimmy, "oats."
I always wondered at that, 'sowing wild oats' - I never knew one was s'posed to have a sporran. But wouldn't that get in the way?
Posted by: JK | Wednesday, 13 February 2013 at 16:31
David. It was the Irish V Italians. All welcomed by the British for the job market. Unfortunately the hanger on Priests tagged along for a Ride! Not a Saltire or Union Flag to be seen.
Posted by: Jimmy Glesga | Thursday, 14 February 2013 at 00:45