meemalee

I have no words. None.

I make no secret of the fact that I'm obsessed with Japan. Obsessed I tells ya. One of the many reasons I am a steadfast Japanophile is this little shop on Takeshita Dori , Harajuku. I think it sells jeans and stuff, but who really cares. I'd much rather believe it was an anatine containment facility.

For the love of God, woman - don't look at the menu, just look at the name ... Much apologies for the radio silence - I've been in Burma for the past two weeks with zero access to interwebs, phone or newspapers. Lots to tell you about, but in the meantime, I give you the lovely little restaurant above. I can't help but wonder if the owners have ever actually seen the film ... NOOOOOOO - don't go in, Granny!

AN ENTREPRENEUR'S THOUGHT PROCESS: I'm going to set up an amazing new health food cafe. It's going to serve alfafa and falafel and other foodstuffs with the letters L, A and F in them. It's going to be delicious and nutritious and organic and take the world by storm. I've even got the perfect name - it's going to be called "Ptooch". Yeah. MEEMALEE'S THOUGHT PROCESS: Do not call a restaurant any word which evokes hawking up and releasing a massive ball of mucussy phlegm. Just don't.