quote:Originally posted by hatches:
Mr. Joe and I always chuckle about this decal on the door of Christine's, the Polish restaurant on First Avenue. Perhaps the kitchen staff are bears. Or maybe the waitresses just like the image.
Elaine and Michael Limbo & I call that the 'Polish Bear Restaurant' - when it first opened the manager (that would be you Hattie or the owner that would be you Mr. Joe
(I Just figured out who you are, duh . . . you did say you are my neighbor . . . I didn't figure you lived right across the hall, I thought you were the other Mr Joe, the long-haired bartender that lives on the next block . . . but, I digress)
Well, whoever the restaurant guy was, he was in charge and he was a BIG queen (I felt butch next to him), and he would flit and flirt -- all the while a Yanni at Red Rock Concert DVD or whatever the hell that was would play on the large-screen flat LCD TV . . . but we'd put up with that because it was such a scream to be waited on by one of the tight-pants waiters that the big polish bear manager/owner/whomever guy had hired.
The waiters had the uneasy look of Altar Boys at a Cardinal College on their faces. I always imagined that they had had to let the big queen bear fuck them messy for them to have been hired(make note of that Hattie). I'm certain that it was by his directive that they had been ordered to wear the hyper-tight pants (ditto on the note, Hattie).
I don't know if the queen bear is still there, that was a while ago. Eventually it started to morph into just another Polish Restaurant without the crazy Easteren European tight-panted bear-cub scene.