The Year of the Cock

I have copped to this before.
And I will cop to it again.
I am easily amused.

It doesn't take much to get me cackling and laughing up a storm that has others in the immediate vicinity wondering, "what the hell is going on over there?"

Of course, I'm not sure this was always the case. Particularly when I was a boss and had to judge creative work submitted by younger teams. Then, the laughs were few and far between.

But those days are long gone.

However, lately I've been teamed up with my old partner John Shirley and we are working near our old stomping grounds. To commemorate that, we stopped in for lunch at a local Szechuan restaurant. I would tell you the name of the restaurant but I'm not even sure the place has one. It simply says Szechuan Restaurant on the awning.

And that's always been good enough for us.

The Szechuan Restaurant's marketing prowess is only superseded by their not-so-high standards of hygiene. For years, the place sported a huge C from the Dept. of Health.

That never stopped us. Not because the food is that great. It's not. But, to borrow from from Woody Allen, the portions are enormous.

And though it has been many years, the Kung Pao Chicken hasn't changed a bit. But the placemats at Szechuan Restaurants have.

Naturally, as I have not matured past the age of 14, I was inclined to take a picture (see above). You know, between the chortling and guffawing.

But, as the restaurant is surrounded on all sides by ad agencies and their incumbent sophomoric staff, I'm probably not the only one to have whipped out the iPhone to snap a picture of the table cock.

I'm sure the art directors framed it better.
And paid more attention to the lighting.