Good job Frank, look forward to visiting new bar and you next year
let me know when you are coming...
Good job Frank, look forward to visiting new bar and you next year
let me know when you are coming...
As a result, I can no longer see my penis. .
Thanks Frank.
btw, it doesn't matter if you can see it anymore. the question is can anyone see it?
And now with two ramps connecting the beach with the restaurant, it will be easier.
What happened to the rather "liberated" lady who lived in your bar's bathroom?
Ah, Chupa! She disappeared about 2 years ago.
What Frank is failing to tell everyone is, back in 2012, Frank, after a long day of watching topless French Canadian women on the beach and having gone through so much Catnip that he was farting rainbows (at least thats what they looked like to him in his stupor), had a trist with Chupa.
That brutal combination of sunstroke, "flavored" coffee's, and Catnip, made him weak, vulnerable, and more verile than an overdosed rabbit on Viagra. After 3 and a half hours of ferocious woopie, Chupa crawled away from the bar, unable to walk properly anymore, and to this day, walk's like John Wayne.
9 months later, Chupa arrived with a new trophy of the escapades she undertook with Frank. Frank, undoubtedly in shock, (but not too much as he had a fair bit of Catnip that day) decided he needed to take care of this. His first thought was, what if the Redhead finds out?? Worse yet, what if her and the child started hanging out at O'Shays, Big Frank would put his genitals in a meat grinder, he had to act FAST!!
Since that day, Frank has Chupa put up in a little place just outside Gaspar Hernandez, where once every so often, you can see his KTM 950 parked, and a little shack rocking like a magnitude 8 earthquake is happening.
Diary of a Restaurant on the North Coast
November 6th
Another day, another trip down the Alice in Wonderland’s Rabbit Hole.
Came into work this morning. Everyone was already there working. They’d been here since 5am. Long story. They’re pouring concrete right now—extending a patio slightly, leveling the previous patio, and raising it slightly.
The plan is simple, raise the patio off the beach about 6-inches and put in a couple of 30-degree ramps so that wheel chairs, baby strollers, and high heels from divorced cougars can simply stroll down the ramp onto the beach without having to fight with steps. How people manage to push wheel chairs, strollers, and high heels down the beach, I’ll never know, but they do it, and more power to them. Everyone, handicap and divorced cougars alike, deserve the freedom to stroll down the beach unimpeded. And now with two ramps connecting the beach with the restaurant, it will be easier.
Rocky came in and immediately noticed that the ramp was too short and at way too steep of an angle. I examined it again closer…he was right. It was pitched at about 90-degrees. You’d need a 4x4 Winch attached to a Jeep to pull a wheel chair up the ramp. It looked more like a boat ramp that you’d launch a ship from.
Later, some officials and police came in. They asked to speak to the management. The cement guys pointed over at me. I was standing on the beach, they were inside near the hallway. They had dress shoes, long dress slacks, and dress shirts on. I could tell instantly that they didn’t want to navigate through the cement, dirty water, and sand to get to me for fear of dirtying their shoes. No bull****.
Dominicans take better care of their dress shoes then they do their animals. I know, because my father was the same way.
There are times when you know that you are in a third world country, and right here was the perfect example to both illustrate and drive home the point. They waved for me to come to them. I waved for them to come to me. This went back and forth like a Three Stooges film. They looked down at the floor, and then they started talking rapidly in Spanish amongst each other. There was no way in hell they were going to get their dress shoes dirty. No ****ing way. They waited and waved for me to come to them again. I put my hand up and moved my lips in ballet movement that only true Dominicans can appreciate, and told them to wait. And then I pretended I was busy measuring something. I don’t even know how to use a measuring tape. I feigned like I was busy doing something and grabbed the Level. I pretended like I was leveling the concrete. Again, I had no idea what the **** I was doing.
One thing you got to give to Dominican officials, they have the patience of a ****ing surgeon when it comes to the smell of money. I eventually gave up my Academy Award performance and strolled into the restaurant with the Level in one hand, and the measuring tape in the other. I acted like I was busy. I wasn’t. I was thinking of bacon. They gave me a firm handshake and then started with their formal presentations of Mr. so and so, and who they were, and what they represented. They all had their plastic ID badges hanging from their neck. One looked like a Pricesmart membership card from Santiago. The other looked like a Banco Popular ATM card. I kept staring at them as they spoke. I couldn’t take my eyes off the ID’s.
“For ****’s sake! That’s a ****ing ATM card he has around his neck,” I said to myself, laughing. I examined the other ID, the other official had a Pricesmart membership card around his neck. I know it well. I have one. It’s white and has a picture in the top right hand corner just like mine and says Pricesmart on the bottom. Unfortunately, mine is now expired. Before they could finish with a long drawn out speech about this regulation and that regulation, I made a phone call and handed them the phone. There was a lot of Si, No, Si, No, and Tabien!” they handed me my phone back and left without another word.
Melky and Enrique Suave called Rocky and I over to look at the newly poured concrete. It looked like wet concrete to me. Rocky asked them if they couldn’t put a little color in it. They said, “No, not now.” It’s already poured and its Sunday.”
Rocky and I looked at each other. “What does that mean?” I asked.
“Today is God’s day; it’s church day! All the hardware stores are closed.”
“Half the country or in short-time motels (Cabanas) right now, Melky,” I told him.
“Yes, true, but first they go to church,” he answered as serious as I’ve ever seen him respond to a question.
“Unfortunately, we cannot buy the colored powder that you want today.”
“Surely, there must be something out their that’s open, Melky?” I asked.
He thought about it and said, “Well, there might be a small hardware store down La Cienega.”
“Perfect, here, take this money, Melky, and go and see if the Cienega hardware store is open and whether or not they have colored concrete powder,” and then I added, “Hurry, before concrete dries. And call me if they’re open and I will come and pick it up with Rocky’s tank.
Let me back up here…
Rocky is driving the largest SUV I have ever seen in my life. It’s a Lexus LX 570. You need a step ladder just to climb into its cockpit. It’s like climbing into a 747 airplane.
20-minutes later, Melky called and said, “I’m in Sosua, at the hardware store next to Superpolo. Hurry, come now before the concrete dries.”
I jumped into the tank and drove down highway 5 as fast as a tank can navigate through pot holes the size of moon craters. I don’t like this SUV. It’s too big. You turn a corner, and the back end doesn’t come around until an hour later. The rear end and front end are in different time zones. The footprint of this SUV must rival the Space Shuttle. There’s also a lot of play in the steering wheel… which makes driving it similar to driving a John Deere combine or tractor. A Caterpillar Backhoe has less play in its steering wheel then this vehicle.
Who exactly purchases these monstrosity SUV’s? Oh, wait, I know who buys them…Mormons and Catholic families who have never heard of contraception, and do not know how to read the instructions on a condom package. Who am I kidding? I went to school with these people. The Richardson’s, Moorman’s, Finks at my school had 13, 15, and 16 children respectively. They’re the market for enormous SUV’s and Greyhound buses.
I’m sorry, I digress.
Back at the restaurant. The kitchen tile is laid, and tomorrow we will start moving in the kitchen equipment. We have Baymari’s, stoves, deep fryers, stainless steel shelves, refrigerators, sinks, and a host of other equipment to organize all day tomorrow.