Today, I got bored & restless and wen't wandering through the neighborhood. I found myself hungry and stopped in at
this place for a buffet lunch.
→[More:] Among the usual 'Chinese-American' steam-table items was something bread-covered identified by the sign on the sneezeguard as 'Frank In A Blank.'(I am
not making this up) I looked at it for a few minutes and a passing attendant said "That turkey!" I nodded thanks, but decided against partaking. Instead, I had a helping of 'Casino Clam.' (this either). That tasted OK, but I am now haunted by the mental image of a free-cocktail-swilling mollusk sitting in front of a roulette wheel saying "C'mon! Big Money! Big Money!"
Queens is a strange and wonderful place.