Are you confusing humorous advertising with suggestions for customer behaviour? Are you also outraged by Coca Cola’s suggestion people should have impromptu song and dance numbers?
Ulfreida, if you want sustainable food, why don’t you buy sustainable food? Organic does not mean sustainable. Nor does it mean cruelty-free, healthy, or any of the myriad other things people seem to think it means. In many cases, “organic” food is actually less sustainable than the cheap stuff.
I mean… you’d think it could happen just once!
Stupid world.
My husband has a pair of friends with a longstanding tradition that when one of them loses a bet to the other, the forfeit is having to go to Denny’s and order a “Moons Over My Hammy.”
I used to work in a building that had a Moe’s in the food court, and as kinky as I may be, I’d still have some trouble if I had to order a Joey’s Bag of Dicks with extra sauce and Earmuffins. :eek:
After I recovered from the aural assault of WELCOME TO MOE’S!! I was staring at the menu and finally had to ask if I could get a “wet” al pastor burrito. Nope. I went to Sbarro.
Phew! I’m here! Finally made it…sorry to keep you waiting.
I went into a local Brooklyn bagel/sandwich shop this afternoon (independently owned — NOT a chain or fast food place, he sniffed haughtily) and asked for a “Godfather” hero, with onions, oil-and-vinegar, and salt and pepper.
Just because it was easier than saying “I want cappicola, Genoa salami, mortadella, pepperoni, provolone on a hero roll with roasted peppers…oh, and please add onions, and dress it with oil and vinegar, and salt and pepper it.”
For whatever reason, I also got shredded lettuce and tomatoes. I would have not specified that, but no complaints.
To quote Redman, “I’ll bee dat.” It’s pretty funny to ding Olive Garden for inauthenticity in any context. But I drink malt liquor.
I’m glad it’s not just me; and that this is an idiocy which is perpetrated in America too. Some British beers which I’ll have nothing to do with because of daft / over-the-top naming: Skull Splitter (made in the north of Scotland – attempted allusion I suppose, to Viking / berserker stuff); Sneck Lifter; Nettle Thrasher; Arrowaine (what the hell is that supposed to mean / indicate?).
I try to cut brewers a bit of slack with this beer-naming thing. There’s a brewery on the Isle of Wight which produces several beers, including one called Fuggle-Dee-Dum. I initially thought that this was an especial pet hate of mine – a nonsense name meant to sound all “rustic” (there’s a thing about the Isle of Wight supposedly being populated by comical, yet crafty, yokels). Discovered, though, that there is a variety of hop used in brewing, called “Fuggle”. That being so, I feel the name to be at least vaguely “about” something; so, consent to ordering the stuff (it is nice beer), while trying to avoid actually saying the cringe-making name.
Please – what in the world is an al pastor burrito? The name brings to mind something made by Central or South American cannibals, out of missionaries…
I’m waiting for someone to realize that “disdainful” is not spelled like that.
Probably a lost cause.
TIL 1. Bahama Mama sausage isn’t just a Schmidt’s thing 2. You actually order things at a 7-11? haven’t been to one in about 20 years but I thought all the hot dogs and stuff were at self serve stations and you just shove them up on the counter and pay.
I’m in the “can’t remember cute names” category. Ones from my childhood, like Filet O’ Fish, I’m fine with their cute names. If it’s a place where I actually have to read the menu, I’ll read whatever dumb name they come up with. But when I’m at Starbucks, I order a 12 oz coffee, because if I were alert enough to puzzle out their menu I wouldn’t need 12 oz of coffee.
Not around here at least - hot dogs, chicken sandwiches, pizza etc. are all behind the counter and you have to ask the cashier to get you one. AM/PM has the setup you describe, but their hot food is awful these days, I suspect on account of being allowed to sit in the hot case for far too long.
This conversation between Civil Guy and zweisamkeit, extract from same above: brings irresistibly to my mind, a passage in the novel – first published about 20 years ago – I Don’t Know How She Does It by Allison Pearson; wittily recounting the “life and times” of a stressed-out mother of small children, also with a high-powered career. An episode between the heroine / narrator, and her husband; who is basically sweet-natured, but tends to be clueless and unintentionally selfish. Desperately-needed kitchen paper has not been bought, because the husband – assigned to get it – had trouble finding it in the supermarket, and couldn’t bring himself to speak the stuff’s name, Kitten Soft. “There are certain words a grown man cannot be expected to say… and Kitten Soft are two of them”.
The conversation continues – “For future reference, I ask my husband to give me some other words grown men cannot be expected to say. In no particular order they are: Toilet Duck, glade-fresh, rich aroma, deep-dish, filet o’fish, Cheezy Dipper, wash’n’go, Bodyform, Tubby Custard, pantyliner.”
Though I – and others, I’m sure – feel some sympathy gut-wise with the husband over this: the urge is overwhelming, to shout at him, “Dear God, man, you’re making your wife’s already difficult life appreciably harder still with this foolery. Write out a bloody list of these names with which you have problems – to show to retail staff, pointing out the appropriate name(s) !”
This opens a whole can of worms. Suppose a place offers S, M, L, XL and then later decides to stop offering S. Are they obliged to shift their names so satisfy the anal-retentive folks out there? This is effectively what Starbucks did; they dropped S.
If it bugs you that they are effectively offering M, L, XL then I propose that you imagine they are t-shirts. They don’t carry S. If S is what you wear then you won’t find a shirt that fits you. Would you expect a t-shirt store to then relabel their shirts S, M, L. Of course not.
I found myself at the Starbucks counter at my work’s local grocery store this morning and realized that I had zero idea what the size names were supposed to be or what they corresponded to (I haven’t been to a Starbucks in probably a decade or more). So I asked for a medium coffee and she asked “Dark or Medium” and, $3 later, I had a cup of coffee. Pretty painless.
Of course, said store is pretty well out into exurbia where farmers outnumber hipster baristas so maybe they’re used to it.