Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Don't know about you, but I know what our restaurant will be serving for Thanksgiving: "a huge ox roasted on a spit, stuffed successively with a calf, a lamb, a turkey, a goose, a duck, and finally a young chicken, and seasoned throughout with spices."
Friday, November 15, 2002
In lamenting the death of road food, I remarked on the "old-time" decor -- read as, "a whole lot of crazy crap on the walls" -- found in a place like Cheddar's. In this week's Straight Dope dispatch, Cecil tracks down the origin of Cracker Barrel's decor. He discovers that although most of it is genuinely antique, it's all pre-assembled at the Cracker Barrel mothership in Lebanon, Tennessee, before being shipped to each new franchise.
The decor warehouse is a 26,000-square-foot facility with a staff of 11 and over 100,000 bar-coded items in inventory ... For each new location, a design team arranges a load of rustic-looking stuff on mock store walls in the warehouse, a task greatly simplified by the fact that the layout of every Cracker Barrel is pretty much the same. Then they photograph the results, pack all the items on pallets, and ship them to the site. Sounds like an efficient way to keep any sense of serendipity out of your restaurant. Cheers, Cracker Barrel! Thursday, November 07, 2002
An amusing tale of restaurant-hires-waiter, waiter-gains-cult-following, restaurant-fires-waiter, cult-following-retaliates, theater-develops-cabaret-about-waiter's-saga: Tempest in a saucepan.
Friday, November 01, 2002
My co-worker Guiseppe points out today's Phil Vettel column, in which Vettel -- after joking about his own dream restaurant, ha ha -- says the tony new club Domaine (Which makes you wretch more: the name itself, or the extra "e"?) accepts payment in yen and euro in addition to boring ol' greenbacks.
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