Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Where to take your neurotic date

Walking around today, I passed something I hadn't really noticed before: An Upper West Side restaurant called "Roth's." I don't think Philip is involved, though my mother did run into him in the same neighborhood. I'd like to think that the diners are all light-skinned African-American men passing for Jewish, very blond athletic Jewish men, half-Jewish daughters with psychological problems, and nebbishy men named Zuckerman, and that the waitresses would all be imported from Iowa, Nebraska, or similar.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

And the waiters greet you with:
"And now vee perhaps can order?" or similar. -- JM

Aaron said...

just don't order the liver.

Anonymous said...

specials on the menu include frozen entrees made by the mother, alas no more--