The Chicken Mask was sorrowful, Sis. The Chicken Mask was supposed to hustle business. It was supposed to invite the customer to gorge him or herself within our establishment. It was supposed to be endearing and funny. It was supposed to be an accurate representation of the featured item on our menu. But, Sis, in a practical setting, in test markets -- like right out in front of the restaurant -- the Chicken Mask had a plaintive aspect, a blue quality...From "The Mansion on the Hill" by Rick Moody.
Photo by Johanna Reed on Wheat Toast via Fortysixth at Grace.
Photo by Johanna Reed on Wheat Toast via Fortysixth at Grace.
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