"Opium Den"-Style Dining Nooks

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’m back after a week away, and with no access to the Internet. Don’t say you didn’t miss me. Especially if you didn’t.
We spent a day in Atlantic City, where I haven’t been in about ten years (I grew up going to pre-gambling AC), utterly amazed at what’s going on there. One thing that amazed me more than most things was this write-up of the Budakan restaurant:

(bolding mine)

“Opium den style” dining nooks!!!
What the hell does that mean? They have lice-infested clothes covering the rude and splinter-filled bunk-stle daybeds? Hack-coughing addicts blowing smoke on your food? the furtive air of illegal narcotics and the vague feeling that you’re about to be raided?

In twenty years or so can I open an Americ

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Damned hamsters took my post before I finished.

In twenty years or so can I open an American-style restaurant with “crackhouse-style” seating?

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If anything, I think it’d be “a restaurant when your waitress blows a rail of coke off your dick”. That’s MUCH more American and older than crack.

Although nuggets of rock sitting in a dish like after-dinner mints would be hard to resist.

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Wait. The waitress blows coke… off my dick? Sorry, I’m the customer; if anyone’s blowing coke it’s going to be me, off my waitress’s… well, hopefully not her dick. But some suitable body part.

Seriously, people. This is Business 101.

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And here I’m learning about accounting…