Tag: coffee

Champion of Breakfasts

John
August 23, 2011 at 12:42 am

The local Mom & Pop pizza place has offered breakfast items (including four versions of a breakfast pie, scrambled eggs and all) for over a decade. Darin’s decision to open Montoni’s (and offer similar menu items?) is hardly the worst idea ever…though I’m sure the way he pitched it completely sucked.

Wait…this arc started out on Monday with Funky telling Darin that his latest proposal was “the worst idea in the history of ideas” (worse even than “salad shooters“). Then whycome today do we have Funky looking completely surprised at Darin’s breakfast pizza concept? Did it take three days to sink in? At any rate,  John is correct: Darin’s pitch isn’t winning me over either,  and as he pointed out on Tuesday, it’s been done…

Counter Intuitive

Did I say Montoni’s was deserted? I stand corrected: as long as the coffee’s free, there will be “Crazy” Harry Klinghorn taking up space at the counter. Darin unwisely decides to use Harry as a one-man focus group to market test his latest hare-brained scheme. Sadly, though he still wears a postal uniform, Crazy’s been unemployed since before Act III began (think about it: have we ever seen him deliver any mail?) and is reduced to scrounging free grub from his old friend Funky. Hence, Harry’s preoccupation with where his next meal is coming from.

Meanwhile, over in Centerville:
Snarker Flummoxicated emailed SoSF to call my attention to a ver-r-r-ry intriguing Crankshaft crossover: Cranky is introduced to the daughter of his friend “Smokey” Williams. Damn! She looks very familiar…

It's Called "Right" -ing

S.P. Charles
August 1, 2011 at 12:09 am

So we’re going to spend a day on each of Les’s (probably stupid) questions?

If he “gets” the part about movie, TV and theater rights, what’s not to get about electronic media? If you think that we, the readers are in for a rough week, query how Ann Apple must feel, having to entertain Les’ doucheball questions. I, for one, would love to see Lisa’s Story: The Video Game…in 3-D!

No Doggie Bag, Thanks…

Hmm! As a dog owner that takes his dogs out to eat frequently (On the outside patios of restaurants), today’s strip was like kryptonite to this ol’ snarker.  Any terse exchanges between the eatery’s staff and Wally that could have led to such gems as: “He’s not my dog, he’s my wingman” were wisely left out.

Two people in Westview are enjoying a quiet dinner without a problem, massive word balloon or smirk in sight.  Sure, the table randomly changes sizes throughout the meal, which must have led to some challenging dining, but other than that, I’m gonna leave these three alone.  It’s hard to argue with happiness, especially in Westview.