Honey's Is People, It's People
Yesterday, we were convinced to go to Honey's for lunch. If you don't know, Honey's is a "family-style" restaurant in Glendora. By family style I mean of course, it's serves the nondescript, golden brown, institutional pile of carbohydrates that is at least acceptable to, if not enjoyed by, everyone in your family. Generally, you wouldn't go to a place like Honey's for the food, unless, of course, your palette is coated with an impenetrable film of trans-fat residue so everything tastes like a deep fryer to you anyway; you go there because no one will say it's "too spicy", "too exotic", "too red", "too weird", "too 'anything'". It is our bland future food, but rather than served as a pill or Soylent wafer, it is measured out by the bucketful and served in portions as big as your head.
Anyway, it was a strange experience. If you were to knock me out and then revive me in Honey's in Glendora, telling me I'd been unconscious for days, you could easily convince me that we had travelled somewhere people readily know what Cracker Barrel or Bob Evans are. It was definitely of a different Glendora than the one that singlehandedly could keep Skin Industries in business. More Buick than Hummer. More JC Penney than Bebe. More Mrs. Stewart's Bluing than Botox. More plastic prosthetic than silicone implant.
You could say Honey's represents a better, more innocent and wholesome way of life. I wouldn't, but you could. I'm simply intrigued that the difference it is thrives where it does.
2 comments:
But what about those rainbow umbrellas on the front terrace.
Don't they mean that Honey's welcomes teh Gay?
Maybe that's what they mean by "Family Style"... Or maybe the umbrellas are there to overcome the impression that the restaurant's overall theme leaves. Or maybe our sense that Cracker Barrel culture and teh Gay don't go together is an ideological barrier that Honey's is attempting to tear down. Or maybe they are sooo Cracker Barrel they don't know that the rainbow umbrellas could mean to us what they might mean. Maybe I should go to Honey's more often to see how they actually live in relation to the rainbow umbrellas on the terrace. Whatever the case, I don't think I could subject my colon to the answer.
I do however plan to start frequenting the Golden Spur along with some friends. The food is actually good and it seems like a fun bit of performance to become regulars at a place where the average patron is 112 years old and they don't serve food on trays or garnished with parsley
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