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I went to the most unpleasant restaurant/bar the opther day. Place Jekyll and Hyde, NYC. A 'theme' restaurant, with interactive iritainment. This fellow in a suit called himself MR. Grim, and his purpose in life is apparently to drive customers out of the place with his terrible faux britsh accent, and his feather duster. He actually touched me with his duster. In fact, he _dusted_ me with it. Fortunately for us both, he chose to do so only once. Had he opted to try again, or to continue for a few seconds more, it is quite likely I would have taken it from him and inserted as far as it would go into is rectum. I don't know what they do to you injail if you're arrested for jamming a featherduster up an actor's ass, but I'm sure it's not pretty.
At one point he wrapped himself in bubble wrap, threw himself on the floor and began rolling around. I thought that was actually pretty enteratining. Scared the shit out of the european couple who had just walked in.

One of my companion ordered a "Jameson's, neat", and our waitress said "Aja Masonneed? Who?"
Then she brought me the wrong beer.
Priodically throughout our stay the PA system would a series shrieks, gurglings, plops, and pretty much every other noise you can imagine least wanting to hear while eating.

It's a special place.