Friday, March 02, 2007

Johnny Rat-kets

Words no one wants to read about your local burger place: "recent rodent activity" and "gnawed hamburger rolls..."


Methinks I'll be skipping Johnny Rockets for a while, thanks. Ahhh, Georgetown. It's a classy 'hood!


Heather Meadows said...


The other day I went out to lunch with several coworkers. We were going to hit up Krystal, for whatever reason--the weekend meterologist decided that Krystal sounded so good that we just had to go there. (Not that I have anything against sliders, mind you. It's just when I go out to lunch from work, I usually like something a little more...interesting?)

Anyway, when we arrived, the same guy suddenly had a complete change of tune. "Okay, no, we can't eat here," he said, pointing at the health inspection sign. Krystal's had gotten a B.

"Seriously, after seeing those shows about the things people do in restaurants, I can't eat here," he said.

So we all piled back into the promotions girl's little car and went to Wendy's :)

Sasquatch said...

Ah, Templeton the Rat. Glad Paul Lynde got a gig.

I grew up on Templeton Drive in the 70s and 80s. Whenever I had to give my address to anyone, I'd tell them I lived "on Templeton Drive, like the rat." Sometimes people got it, sometimes they didn't. I was always impressed when the did.

Chuck said...

Rats, not again!

Did you hear about the NYC KFC that had rats frolicking in the restaurant after hours? I think someone took a vid an put it up on YouTube. I don't live there, but if I did, that's one fast food chain I'd be avoiding...

Ginger said...

Wow, this is as bad as when I found out Santa Claus was made-up.

For two years now, Johnny Rockets has been my beacon of kitsch in a sea of haute couture; where I go at lunch time to nurse my sorrows on french fries and milkshakes.

Ick ick ick.

By the way, thanks for the recent comment. I took the post down because the work email spies were making me nervous.