|
|
One of my favorite cards in the whole wide world. It's not for any restaurant or casino in particular - it's a salute to the general idea of the Midnight Buffet. The expression of the server on the left is priceless; there's a fellow who's been spitting in every dish for fifteen years. The other guy knows it but doesn't tell anyone.
The man in the tux, I'd like to think, is the manager, his hand outstretched to show the boon that unfolds unto the end of one's imagining, and yea, beyond that.
|
