There is a lot to love, unpack, and ponder in this menu from The Dizzy Hen, a breakfast-oriented restaurant in Philomath, Oregon. It is rendered in lowercase and a devil-may-care attitude about punctuation and spelling.
The menu is replete with glyphs that suggest some illuminati connection:
And yet, they seem to care about you, dear human:
What telling categories. Like damnable life, the bulk of your options are “other things”:
I have lived many seasons and eaten many brunches, but never have I ever seen this construction, namely, “French toast” as preposition phrase:
Which is what I ordered by the way. It was dank.
And I’m pretty sure this is an e.e. cummings poem:
They close with a simple entreaty.
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