So, um, Anchower, and all that. Sorry. Anyhow, there was a thing where a restaurant got in trouble for naming menu items after current college, and thus amateur athletes: The Tajh Boyd Chicken Quesadillas at $8.99, Clowney’s Turkey Avocado Wrap for $8.99, for high rollers, the Sammy Watkins Reuben $9.99.
There is the larger issue of how everyone involved in college football stacks paper, except for the fellows playing it (and, usually, the universities themselves, but I digress). But more immediately, WTF? There are plenty of restaurants with sandwiches with whimsical names, but usually there is some connection to the name
(The Jack Nicholson has ham, the Milli Vanilli has tofurkey, etc). The problem here is that any of these entrees could be switched with another name. Clowney Reuben makes as much sense as Watkins Reuben, in that a sandwich of corned beef, Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, Russian dressing, grilled on rye, has exactly as much to do with a preturnaturally talented defensive end as with a preturnaturally talented wide receiver, which is to say, nothing.
However, the menu from which the offending quesadilla, wrap, and sandwich were excised is just as baffling. It takes some doing to care this little about what you serve, and what you call it. But this is the restaurant where the egg rolls are named after Kerri Strug, and the (other? different? quesadilla is named after Rickey Henderson. Because of reasons.
If there is any theme, it's a kind of halfassed trollgaze - the Billie Jean King even Bobby Riggs could love; the Green Monster is a bigger hit than Bucky Dent, etc. Tough to figure how this could be a viable business model, but, you know, come for the Scott Hamilton Hummus and stay for the Dick Vitale Yeah Baby Back Ribs. I guess.
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