Posted On: Saturday - October 24th 2020 9:23PM MST
In Topics:   General Stupidity
I'd almost forgotten about writing this post, taken now from thoughts of mine a few months ago while staying out of town a night. I think it was the middle of August, as the Kung Flu Infotainment Panic-Fest, Season 2 was already well in progress.
I was staying downtown in this medium-sized Capital City (won't say which, so speculate at will). During lunch time, I wandered around the small walkable district. That's the new thing you'll see a lot in most cities, often by the riverfront if there is one, these blocked-off for vehicles couple of blocks or so, with tables outside and lots of food around. It had to be pizza, for me.
Well, right there was this non-chain-store pizza jernt (that's the way people who do know their pizza pronounce it) serving that NY style pizza by the slice. That is the thin kind, not that greasy Chicago style stuff. Hey, we at Peak Stupidity have almost nothing good to say about NY City, but we make an exception for pizza. Hell, even the Italians are pikers compared to the pizza-makers in New York.
There was even a Southern-Euro looking/sounding guy running the place. Now, I'm not one of those Foodies who wants massive immigration just for the food. I'll eat cans of Chef Boyardee and Dominos behind a secure border any day instead.
The guy was there though, so it had to be good, I figured. He and his employees wore masks behind the counter, and a sign told the customers at the counter to do so. I and another customer simply did not do so. We got no grief. The problem in the place was the couple of big TV's. This was a small jernt, and I just didn't need that crap. The place had that neat Italian Restaurant atmosphere, cool and dark, with those red and white table cloths. I could have been in Moonstruck even, had I simply picked up a hooker that looked like Cher, well about 33 years ago Cher. The TV's ruined it.
Since the place was fairly empty, I wanted to ask the guy if I could turn off a TV or two. However, with the noise back there "one slica pep! no Coke, Pepsi!" and all that, and the stupid masks and accents that made it hard to understand anyone, I gave up and took the two slices to go. No drink, no tip, no atmosphere. The pizza wasn't all that great either.
What's the point of this one? I don't know, really, this Kung Flu PanicFest is causing a failure to communicate and taking the joy out of things. (I was just watching the Tom Woods video presented by Mr. Hail. He's talking about this taking the joy out business. It's a powerful talk.)