One more million dollar franchise idea. I love when people use that phrase. "...hey, I got an idea, man...it's gonna make a million bucks," says the guy with the hick accent!
Anyway, here it is: A restaurant called, The Plank.
Sorta TexMex, all about TacosNSalsa, fast turns, large picnic style tables, beer & margaritas in pitchers only and chips for dessert.
Problem: Go to Mexican restaurant and you get a basket of chips. Sometime between your arrival and the moment your food comes to the table you eat enough chips to make you want to puke. Never mind if the place is busy right. TexMex has it good on long waits...super busy and not enough staff? No PROBLEM! Give 'em more chips and salsa! It is less an issue of slowness and more an opportunity to sell more Margaritas right?!
-Food finally comes and you are too full to eat or drink anything else.
So my solution, skip the ordering/waiting process completely. Skip the chips too and go straight to taco’s with chips.
-Enter “the plank.” A taco bar on a stick of wood (a plank) that is sort of like those sushi boats you get in so-so Japanese restaurants at the mall but more like just a plank of wood full of taco making goodies.
When you order, you order a 1/2plank, a full plank or the UglyStick. Why is the the name for the gigantic plate? Because if you eat too many planks of that jumbo size you will grow fat and appear to be hit with the UglyStick. You know it's true and it isn't crude meanness. Overeatin' ain't pretty but in some states it is considered quite manly, esp down south.
And pitchers of cheap beer.
And flimsy napkins.
And margarita's served in old plastic pitchers to hungry hearts via red plastic cups (washable, not the Solo throw away kind) ...with little green ummmbrella's with really dumb, trite phrases printed on them.
The only wait staff requirement would be junky cowboy boots. It doesn't matter what they wear as long as they have some killer skins!
So there you go. You walk in, you sit down, a waitress gives you five options with three modifiers to mull over...beer, margarita, 1/2 plank, full plank or the Uglystick, modified veg-O-matic, bock-bock-chickAN, beef-its-whats-fo-dinner. She returns with water and salsa, you tell her what plankness you need, she walks back, grabs it (revolving door of preparedness), walks to your table and the eating begins promptly. Chips come at the end of the plank, sort of like dessert but more of a fat guy top-off. Filling the final voids that your plank selection missed. Boom, you leave full and awesome.
Oh yeah, giant-long community building-picnic tables, good old school country played via RadioIO Classic Country web station, embroidery art shows...nothing says home like bad art made by grandma's, secret pickled hot peppers similar to secret options at In-N-Out's and the nicest, cleanest and most pleasant restrooms in town including baby changin' area for Dad's...THAT's RIGHT! DAD'S!!! Well behaved dog's welcome too.
OK GOODNIGHT
:)
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