October 28, 2005


From Eveny, via Pygmail dot Blankie dot gov: "I used to think that if you put America in a Bunsen burner and cooked it down to its most fundamental essence, that you would have Las Vegas. But now I think that really, you just get The Cheesecake Factory. The faux-fanciness, with all the insane "Italian" "frescos" + the strange faux-familiarity between the customers and the waiters + the planet-sized portions + the creepy classical music + the awesome clientele wearing their dress-up outfits (girls: fluttery skirts, strappy-strap heels, skin cancer; boys: shirts tucked in) and clutching their vibotron-table-alert beepers for hours upon hours as they eagerly await a table -- it's like an underground railroad beamed them in from some Los Angeles prom and dropped them off right there at the Factory gate + the name itself, which sounds like a euphemism for something bad that happens in your pants or womb + the fact that there are twenty-five different cheesecakes, which is beyond all sanity + a full bar = one soaring American eagle of a restaurant."

In other news: You can, as of, 5:30 CST, purchase Hit it or Quit it at Quimby's and Reckless in Chicago. Reckless lifted their HIOQI ban! Also, also, at the Hold Steady merchtable at the show, as well.

Posted by Jessica at October 28, 2005 07:27 PM | TrackBack