Friday, February 19, 2016
Horse-Hoarse
-Inspector on rampage! She saw a horse rat.
-Hey, a government food operation. Why set
the bar high?
-My thoughts exactly!
-Besides, maybe she meant a rat with a gravelly
singing voice.
-Not as bad.
-Well, let’s hire a solid restaurant guy. I’ll write
the ad and you and I interview. Send the
congressional committee the top three.
-At that point, a congressman eases a retarded
nephew in!
-Thus was it ever? Were we the retarded nephews once?
-Bicklesnickles! Wozwerzers! Yopnoppers!
-That’s an answer. Or answers.
Labels: Congress, political job, rat, restaurant, retarded, vermin
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
The War
In a forgotten corner
of Vienna, zigzags
of rubble under grass
and wildflowers. Once
Karl's Restaurant.
At twilight he decants
pale wine. A drop
hangs in the air,
an iridescence.
Labels: ghost, restaurant, war
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Will's Scratch
stayed open until fishing boats came in.
Everything cooked from scratch.
But now: small freezer.
“I lost my women to Walmart. They did all the slicing,
cutting, mincing, filleting the fish, shucking oysters,
and what have you.”
“You pay less than them. That's pretty lame.”
“Well, they left in tears, so maybe something else was here.”
“You know, Will, everything still tastes great. How come?”
He waves one arm along his shelf of spices.
Then taps his head.
Sears my thick steak, lost in the vapor.
stayed open until fishing boats came in.
Everything cooked from scratch.
But now: small freezer.
“I lost my women to Walmart. They did all the slicing,
cutting, mincing, filleting the fish, shucking oysters,
and what have you.”
“You pay less than them. That's pretty lame.”
“Well, they left in tears, so maybe something else was here.”
“You know, Will, everything still tastes great. How come?”
He waves one arm along his shelf of spices.
Then taps his head.
Sears my thick steak, lost in the vapor.
Labels: chef, cooking from scratch, restaurant, Walmart
