The disturbing franchise restaurant has emerged as a recent theme on these pages. First Italian ones of cheese, then Australian nonviolent curry shacks, and now, Western-themed French Steakhouses. Is there anything gayer than French takes on the wild west? I mean gay in the sense of irritatingly kitchy, not in the sense of two men in love. Thanks to Texas Dave, who was moved to confess his awareness of this restaurant in the wee small hours of LaD's comments. Happens to the best of us, Dave.
texas dave is a genius -- he's busy splitting the neutrino or something. unfortunately he has chosen the path of academia and the poverty that will surely ensue will probably force him to eat chicken from a chainstore for the rest of his life. luckily, he LOVES that sort of thing.
Posted by: la depressionada | Tuesday, 28 June 2005 at 12:57 PM