As if! Proper headgear for a noir kinda cafe moderator is a soft gray felt fedora or a captain’s hat (like in Casablanca and To Have and Have Not), or a beret with a ponytail and dark glasses if it’s more a beat mood and they have to keep the peace when the poetry slams get raucous. Maybe Euty and Uke can trade off.
Anyway, I couldn’t let the grand opening go by without saying thank you–this is my kinda thing and I’m geeked.
So Uke, how about getting me a slug of 151 in a bone china teacup so thin you can see light through the little blue primroses around the lip, and maybe an order of madelines and, oh yeah, I do want frites with that. I’ll eat at the bar so I can hear the witty reparte, thanks.
Ike, Hon, here’s a big plate-o-shrimp-and-grits to congratifry yer appointment. You’re a fine choice. Best wishin’ that ya hold yer astute-n-noble[sup]tm[/sup] head up high through the slingin’ of the cafe laig** culture to come.
**As defined by a musician of my hopefully soon to be forgotten aquaintance in a cramped van: “Heyyyyy, I’d really like to sling you the Cafe Laig.” Yup, really. And “Nope, but thanks for the poetry.”