“Have you been to my new favorite restaurant?” a friend asked a few years back, pointing to my left as we drove up Greenwood Avenue North. I made one of the fastest U-turns of my life, then pulled into the strip-mall parking lot in front of a Vietnamese pho house. One whose name might make some folks blush.
“Dinner?” asked the gentleman behind the counter. “No, thanks, I just wanted to grab a takeout menu,” I said with feigned innocence (just like when I was a kid calling the corner drugstore to ask, “Do you have Prince Albert in a can? Well, let him out!”).
The next day at the office, Nicole Brodeur took one look the Pho Kim menu and cracked, “That’s where all the bitter divorcees have lunch.”
When Ben Brusey’s compilation of funny, wacky — and not infrequently “off-color”– restaurant-name snapshots (published last year in hard-cover) came across my desk in paperback this week, I couldn’t help myself. I had to post my own photo and ask:
What’s your vote for the worst “best” restaurant name? Keep it real, OK?