Okay, this all happened about ten years ago: So I’m hanging out with my friend one evening and he says he could really go for a cup of coffee. I think about it, and I suggest this quirky looking place I’ve passed by a few dozen times called “Les Beans.”
Anyhow, we park on the street and make our way up the pathway to the entrance. It’s pretty dark outside. Some couple is making out in the shadows. I grab for the door. And when I open it, we find this woman standing at a microphone in front of all these people. Everyone turns to look at us. It’s obvious we’ve interrupted something: Poetry night. Figures.
We quickly turn around and get out of there. As we’re walking back to the car, we pass by that couple that’s been making out. My friend quietly informs me that those two people doing the tongue tango are actually both women. I glance over and sure enough, he’s right.
So we drive off. And being the insensitive men that we are, we start joking around:
“Ha. Lezz Beans.”
“Yeah. Lezz Bians.”
“Wait a minute. Les Beans. Lesbians?”
That’s when it hit us: Every person in that place was female. It was a lesbian coffee house. Les Beans. How could we be so fucking naive?
This is good. You excel with your social commentary filled with cynicism and satire. You really suck and become tedious when you talk about yourself.
Jason, your critiques are always appreciated. By whom, I’m not sure. But they must be appreciated by somebody.
I think we have all had moments like that when we finally clue in to the reality around us. Welcome to the club!
When I am in LA, I really like the Black Dog Cafe on Wilshire. By chance my brother and I stopped in there once, because we didn’t hit the default Starbucks first. They are a cut above for sure.
Okay, that wasn’t the topic. But Black Dog Cafe is worth recommending.
i love reading my crackedOut poetry on poetry night. granted i only did it once so far. it was a great rush until some old fart in the back had questions. this isn’t a fucking Question and Answer session old man. fuck off.
Because you’re so fucking sweet.
That would be a retardedly clever name for a gay coffee shop, except in French (which is what I’m assuming the “Les” is going for), les is pronounced like “lay”. And laybeans doesn’t mean anything.
Sorry, I just had to ruin a perfectly good joke with science and logic.
Of course “Les” is pronounced “LAY.” That’s why we didn’t catch on till later. The joke is when you try to pronounce the place’s name in English. It’s sort of an inside joke for the patrons of the establishment. This was a real place. I didn’t make it up.
It’s the last line of your entry that cracked me up. I don’t know why.
this is the best blog entry, oh yes it is.
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