In case you were wondering, this is what a restaurant’s rock bottom looks like…
Saw this on AdFreak tonight:
American Copywriter points us to this new “Tales of Hungrrr” campaign from Denny’s, in which the restaurant chain all but admits it will serve anything that crawls through its doors, sober or not, in the middle of the night. In this case, we have a regular dude named Gary, who shows up after a concert with three friends in tow: a dinosaur, a unicorn and a leprechaun. Your average Denny’s waitress will recognize these characters as her archetypal late-night foes: the guy who yells, the guy who’s wasted, and the guy who’s Irish. (They all have their own Facebook and Twitter pages, naturally.) The stoned unicorn dominates the conversation, having likely just polished off several Moons Over My Hammy. The only thing that seems off is that the Irish guy has lots of money.
Giggle. I love the unicorns eyes. That’s one messed up fantasy equine.
And here’s an approximation of late night Denny’s reality:
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Ahh, memories! I am pretty sure i’ve seen that T-Rex and Leprechaun at Denny’s before! WAIT, or was I the T-Rex? errrrrrrrr…….
“I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things. Won’t be long now before they tear us to shreds.”