A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006. Now a Popeyes fast food restaurant on Google Maps.

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Entry from March 23, 2014
“Waiter, I want a table for dinner!”/“Boiled or roasted, sir?”

Entry in progress—B.P.
   
Google Books
Blonde Walks into a Bar:
The 4,000 Most Hilarious, Gut-Busting Gags, One-liners and Jokes
By Jonathan Swan
Berkeley, CA: Ulysses Press
2008
Pg. ?:
Waiter, waiter, may I have a table for dinner?
Boiled or roasted, sir?

Posted by Barry Popik
New York City • Restaurants/Bars/Coffeehouses/Food Stores • Sunday, March 23, 2014 • Permalink


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