Monday, June 22, 2009

Joe Tess Place

One of our "favorite" paradoxes: How can something dead be fresh? By fresh fish, what they actually mean, of course, is freshly dead. It's just another of those charming idioms that festoon the halls of suicidefoodism.

And this "fresh" fish drums up business wherever he goes, urging one and all to follow him to the home of the famous fish sandwich.

He's like a newsie calling out the headlines of the morning paper—and they're all about him! "Extry extry! Read all about the famous fish sandwich!"

Such eagerness! Such enthusiasm! He knows the power of a positive attitude. A fish like that could really go places. (Well, one place.)

But Joe Tess has more to offer the world than fish seeking fame as a sandwich filling.

There are also the catfish who leapt directly from the pages of a Tennessee Williams play, dignified, yet conflicted. Catfish, renown as bottom feeders, the marine world's lowly opportunists, are here represented by a tuxedoed gentleman of impeccable breeding. He's as high-toned as they come.

All fish can be eaten here, the low-born and the noble, the working stiff and the idle rich. There's room in the skillet, and the bun, for all!

1 comment:

hellop said...

The authors of this website got a lot of these pictures all wrong. Most of the animals depicted are not suicidal at all. They are homicidal; ushering their less entrepreneurial brethren into the hotseat. I say, cut them some slack, they are just trying to make a buck. Also, why are the authors so high and mighty. Obviously they are too shallow to contemplate a world without death. Let me flesh it out: that would be a sterile world. Death is part of nature, and the authors are hypocrites unless they commit suicide. Just by their existing, walking, breathing, they kill countless living organisms. Why do the authors think is ok for every carnivorous animal to eat other animals except for one species?