Dear Min's Kitchen,
I'm not sure who thought of the *genius* idea of bagging up your menu with a couple of rocks and flinging said parcel out the window of a moving vehicle into the driveways of the East Side, but it is slightly both amusing AND disturbing. I mean, really, all that effort put into the production of the bagged-menu-and-rocks is sure to call attention to your little restaurant, but at the same time I begin to wonder what happens if I DON'T place an order. Do you have my house under surveilance? Do you have caller ID and keep track of how well your "marketing" scheme has worked? If I don't order me some pork fried rice will you send out a second advertisement/warning? What next? A couple of Peking Ducks tethered to the rearview mirror of my car?
All this talk about pork fried rice is making me hungry.
Your ploy *might* have worked.
Your food better not suck.
Love, Melissa
P.S. here's a little Dane Cook action to accompany the intrusion of my driveway....
(language alert, people, cover the kids ears!)
that dane cook is a silly bitch.
Posted by: erin | October 10, 2008 at 09:22 AM
what would be even funnier is if it hit someones windshield or something and there was a riot at min's kitchen.
i dont know. i'm obviously twisted :-p
Posted by: breanne | October 11, 2008 at 05:46 PM