I live in a part of Jakarta sometimes called “Kampung expat.” The combination of Indonesian sensibilities with a desire to appeal to rich foreigners by using English names sometimes leads to some fetchingly peculiar store names. Today, I drove by:
FASHION SUICIDE
OUCH! (a beauty salon/spa)
LITTLE BAGHDAD (a cafe)
SNAPY FROM AMERICA
That last one may need a bit of explanation … it is an establishment that advertises very fast copying services - you know, they’re “snappy.” Something tells me they aren’t really from America, though.
I drove by Bunghole Liquors yesterday. Even though I understand the origins of the name, I still couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed, as my supervisor was in the car with me.
There’s a bar in my neighborhood called Larry’s Liquid Love. It says it all on so many levels – Larry loves you, the liquid loves you, you love the liquid. Ummmmm.
Many years ago (1994 or so) I passed by a store in downtown Philadelphia called CONDOMNATION. I don’t believe it’s there anymore.
There was a gay bar in Ft. Walton Beach, FL, called “Miz Bubba’s Tire and Barbecue”, and a bar (not sure if it was gay or just gay friendly) in Birmingham a few years back called “Martha’s Beauty Shop and Chain Saw Repair”.
Supposedly there was a gay bar in Huntsville called DICKS VANS DYKES that was closed by a threatened lawsuit from DVD, but until I have verification it sounds a bit urban legendary. Still has intriguing possibilities for the logo, though!
And my favourite store of all, in a town I used to live in. “Boutique Grimmer Twin.”
It was just so weird and arbitrary, the words they chose. Sometimes you can see why they choose the wrong English, like another store, “Foppish” - they obviously looked it up in a dictionary and mistakenly chose it over “Dandy” which would have been slightly more acceptable. But “Grimmer Twin”??? What does that have to do with clothes???
I went to my son’s school yesterday and one of the other mothers was wearing a t-shirt with a sparkly pink poodle on it, and the legend, “DOG wears hot fashions.” Hmmmmm.
At risk of beating a dead horse here, I’m in Japan!
I wonder how often they are plagued by people who come in, pull their shirt over their heads, and then demand, in a faux Latino accent, “I need Captain Morgan for my bunghole!”