east village idiot

This is a Post About Boobies

February 9, 2007 – 2:07 pm

There’s nothing better than a 2-hour lunch on a Friday afternoon, with good food, beer, and boobies.

Yes, boobies. And not the blue-footed kind. Although I’ve heard they’re delicious when grilled and served over rice.

Just kidding. After all, who could imagine eating something so ugly?

I went to the Hawaiian Tropic Zone on Friday. It was a good choice, as I am occasionally embarassed by my fellow male lunch-goer’s harassment of female waitstaff at classier restaurants. So, I figured I would take him someplace where sexual harassment is not just tolerated, it’s practically encouraged. I played the “nice guy” role at the table and did not ogle the waitresses openly, but I was sure to slap one on the ass on the way out.

Okay, not really.

Back to the boobies. Hawaiian Tropic Zone has boobies everywhere. There are boobies on the giant-screen televisions that display scenes from modelling shoots in Hawaii (right next to smaller screens displaying CNBC… how’s that for juxtaposition?). There are boobies on the menu. There are, nautrally (or, uh, not so naturally in some cases), boobies on the waitresses.

But the nicest touch were the boobies on the table. We didn’t even notice this item sitting on the table until dessert:

Nothing says classy quite like a D-cup salt and pepper shaker.