An in-depth, and let's face it scary, look at how I think and observe the world. I've often been called weird. But what is normal, really? Maybe I'm normal, and all of you are weird.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The Lowrider Cafe
Some friends and I were having lunch today, and we started discussing some interesting things you could do with a restaurant. We finally decided on an idea for a cafe. We would call it "The Lowrider Cafe."
The whole place would be decked out like a vintage 1960s Impala lowrider. We would have white leather padded chairs and booths. Each booth would be fully equipped with hydraulics, so that they would actually tilt and raise and lower. The tables would be painted all sorts of bright metallic colors, like lime green, dark gold, cotton candy pink, and cherry red. We could have "Lazy Susan" on each one that were actually made out of "Spinners." The silverware and edges of the table would be chromed. And the plates would look like classic wire hub caps. We could even have a gift shop that sold things like fuzzy dice, white undershirts, and headband bandannas.
It may never happen, but it was definitely fun to think about!
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