Or, “Here we go with yet another question from Javaman which is so obscure it’ll undoubtedly sink like a brick of osmium, which as you all know is the heaviest of all the metals”.
But what the heck, I"ll ask it anyway.
Javawoman and I went to Paradise Cove in Malibu the other day, and had some food at the restaurant there. The restaurant is beach casual and reasonably priced, but with full service and full bar. Those of you in SoCal who’ve been to Gladstones will know what I"m talking about.
So I noticed that the menu used “Mor” as a playful mispelling of more. One menu subheading read something like, “Soup, Shellfish, And Mor”, and another item, a huge platter which was supposed to be shared, was described as a “Feast for Two or Mor”.
So is this some kind of pun on “Mar”, or was there a fad, in the mid 20th century, for comic mispellings on menus? Hamburger Hamlet, another casual chain that originated around that time, does the same thing.
That is exactly why you need to carry a sharpie ™ pen with you at all times. With a sharpie, you can correct the spelling and even change the prices more to your liking!
Is that on the same level as “Ye Ol’ Candy Shoppe”?
Maybe those people used up all the “e” charact’rs and now th’r’ ar’n’t 'nough to go around?
At my favorite dive they serve Ho-made corned beef hash on the weekends. I’m not sure if this says something about the tastyness of the dish or the quality of the kitchen help.
Um…you might want to try some other restaurants. According to Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate:
Main Entry: mor
Pronunciation: 'mor
Function: noun
Etymology: Danish, literally, humus
Date: 1931
: forest humus that forms a layer of largely organic matter abruptly distinct from the mineral soil beneath
Maybe they tried “Soup, Shellfish, And Compost,” but it just didn’t sell very well.
I’ve been to more than one eatery where I realized the composer of the menu was just plain illiterate. OTOH, I occasionally dine with a friend at a local Denny’s where just has to order Moons Over My Hammy just so she gets to say it.
Ringo, although I’ve never ordered it, I have an obsessive need to say out loud “Moons Over My Hammy” every time I’m in a Denny’s. Thankfully this is a rare occurrence.
i used to eat at this excellant little japanese joint in little tokyo, LA. the menu was written by someone with a limited grasp of the english language.
the menu specified the food was served “on the plate” and one of the entrees was titled “Steam Thing”. this was no cutsie error, as the english was a translation of the japanese description of the food.
i always got a kick out of “Steam Thing”. my friends and i would, after much Sapporo, sing “Steam Thing- i think i love you! But i want to know fo’ sure! Comeon’ an’ a-sock-it to me! I love you!”
“Steam Thing- i think i love you! But i want to know fo’ sure! Comeon’ an’ a-sock-it to me! I love you!”
“[Susan] stared at a menu nailed to the wall. It was misspelled, of course, because the menu of the folkier kind of restaurant always has to have misspellings in it, so that customers can be lured into a false sense of superiority.”
–Soul Music, Terry Pratchett