Say it ain’t so, Joe
So I found out that one of my favorite cheese steak joints, Chink’s, has changed its sign from the one that honored the nickname of its founder for more than 60 years to a blandly generic “Joe’s Steaks and Soda Shop.”
All apologies to owner Joe Groh, but come on. Does it get more cliched than eat at Joe’s?
It seems that the Asian community considered a decision to keep the “Chink’s” sign up there as an affront to its culture rather than a way of paying homage to the man who made the business happen in the first place.
But, hey, it’s his business to do with it what he sees fit. Hopefully, that’s the only change he makes because Chi…I mean Joe’s is a great establishment with a friendly atmosphere and killer steaks.
Now back to those nasty signs.
With the recent passing of Irish American Heritage Month, I suppose the movement to change the Paddy Whacks signs will be next. After all, we Irish have thin skin and know that the use of such a disparaging term on a bar sign is an attack on our heritage, not to mention a suggestion at our pervasive alcoholism. The Crazy Leprechaun and the Nutty Irishman undercut the desperate need for constructive dialogue on the issue of mental illness.
The Round Eye Noodle Bar downtown never stood a chance, and they were poking fun at themselves. Sambo’s in Delaware? Do I really have to explain that one? Black those letters out, too!
There’s a place called Shorty’s up here in Manhattan that serves decent cheese steaks and roast pork sandwich replicas, but the choice of wording on its sign is obviously a slight on the vertically challenged. Allow me to fix it. Someone bring me a ladder. Damn! Sorry about that, little people.
There’s no doubt in my mind that Fatty’s Cafe in Queens is a blatant assault on all who hold the same disdain for that anorexic BMI chart as I do. Trim down that advertisement as well.
Folks, all I’m trying to say is that maybe society needs to take a lesson from our big toe, Sgt. Hulka, and lighten up already. Stop taking things so personal and get to know the people and meaning behind the signs rather than make judgments and take offense based solely on what strikes our eyes.
Oxford Circle native now living in Manhattan
Stop driving the wrong way
Walnut Hill Street at Axe Factory is one way.
Many of the residents at the first six houses on each side of Walnut Hill drive down the street the wrong way.
I guess they feel that they are special, that the traffic laws don’t apply to them.
Many times I had to slam on my brakes due to them driving the wrong way while I am coming around the corner, driving in the correct direction.
Often, when this occurs, they end up flipping me the bird as though I was doing something wrong.
What blew my mind was that, recently, the streets department put a stop sign at the end of the street for the people who are driving the wrong way.
I guess the next thing will be that the street will be changed to a two way, but only for the first 100 feet. This needs to stop!
Policies are hurting unions
I agree with the city unions’ protest of Mayor Nutter’s arrogance. What I don’t understand is why most of these same unions supported his campaign and voted him back in office for another term.
In Cypress, the government is proposing to take 10 percent of citizens’ personal savings to bail out the banks. Mayor Nutter is systematically doing the same thing to the citizens of this city.
Timothy T. Gass