I passed by this sign Sunday afternoon, while I was walking around my neighborhood.
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This sign has virtually ensured that I’ll never go there.
Why?
Look, if you’re “upscale” enough to offer a prix fixe dinner, then learn how to spell it (along with “relish” and “dinner,” for that matter).
But beyond my own grammatical bitchiness, I have to ask — if no one is paying attention to the details of your very public ads outside, why should ever I think your restaurant will be any better inside?
6 April 2009 at 11:02 am
Exactly. In a similar vein, the first thing I do before I eat in a new restaurant is check out the bathroom. Why? Because they let you *see* the bathroom. If they can’t keep that clean, what must the kitchen look like?
I used to work in a shopping mall. A company-produced, store-branded sign in the window of a large retail outlet said the following: “Having fun at your job? We do!” It was a “Help Wanted” sign, but not in the way they meant.
This is the same kind of stuff that makes my wife, a fellow freelance writer, nuts.
6 April 2009 at 11:44 am
Ah, yes, I understand your frustration well. We word types simply cannot abide such gaffes. Or should I say “gafs”?
6 April 2009 at 11:52 am
David: “‘Help Wanted’ but not in the way they meant” is going make me laugh all day.
Beth: I think you mean “gafes” — or if you’re a classier type place, “gafés.”
6 April 2009 at 12:17 pm
In these troubled economic times, the lure of cheap dinner (or diner, ha!) may over rule my annoyance with the spelling. $18.95 – that’s pretty inexpensive.
6 April 2009 at 11:53 pm
Spelling & grammar aside, I’ve tried this place a couple of times & it’s not that good – the red sauce on the enchiladas, etc, is a little too close to marinara…
By the way, there are much better signs right around the corner at Next Door – correctly spelled AND clever.
7 April 2009 at 8:49 am
I have to say, I’ve never understood the appeal of this place, especially when you can walk a straight line down W187th to St. Nicholas Ave and find at least three taco places without delusions of “corn ralish” grandeur.
7 April 2009 at 12:52 pm
maybe all the smart folks are inside preparing the food and providing excellent service? or… not.
16 April 2009 at 8:30 am
When I see “pre-fix” I just take it as literally as possible. The meals were made ahead of time and are sitting in the fridge ready to be nuked for my dining (excuse me, dinning) pleasure.
16 April 2009 at 12:02 pm
See, I assumed it was a diner that only sold prefixes: ultra-, anti-, ex-, non-, et cetera.
16 April 2009 at 12:35 pm
Based on that, wouldn’t et cetera be dessert, complete with a demitasse of et al?